{"id":10346,"date":"2020-08-28T21:40:30","date_gmt":"2020-08-28T18:40:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10346"},"modified":"2020-08-28T21:57:37","modified_gmt":"2020-08-28T18:57:37","slug":"de-ai-nostri-veronica-laura-nastase-suntem-noi-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10346","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Veronica Laura N\u0103stase – Suntem noi (5)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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E arip\u0103, nu semn. M-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat despre lumin\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eenchid ochii. Mai apoi s\u0103 nu te g\u00e2nde\u0219ti la mine; nici frumoas\u0103, poate bl\u00e2nd\u0103… dar a\u0219a de sus cre\u0219te luna, c\u0103 \u021bin \u00een bra\u021be, singur\u0103, inocen\u021ba ta.
\nNu vreau s\u0103 te r\u0103nesc dec\u00e2t cu lini\u0219te.
\nDin dep\u0103rt\u0103ri vin alba\u0219trii, cu aripile mari, care m\u0103 acoper\u0103, c\u00e2nd stau \u00een c\u00e2mp, lipit\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt; p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care m\u0103 \u00eenchide, m\u0103 coboar\u0103.
\n\u021ain \u00een m\u00e2ini curajul de a spune ,,da!\u201d. E greu, nu te g\u00e2ndi c\u0103 pot s\u0103 \u021bin pasul cu florile tale; \u00eenvins\u0103 de flori, dar nu \u0219i de p\u0103s\u0103ri, c\u0103ci le voi \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba zborul.
\n\u0218tiu s\u0103 zbor. Aripa ta de \u00eenger.
\nTu, care n-ai iubit dec\u00e2t bobul de gr\u00e2u, o furnic\u0103 \u0219i poate… o fat\u0103. Nu, nu te g\u00e2ndi a\u0219a, e doar \u00een c\u00e2ntec.
\nS Poate eu te simt al meu, din dep\u0103rtarea cu care vii.
\n\u021a’-Nu te apropia, vino, dar a\u0219eaz\u0103-te acolo, pe iarb\u0103. S\u0103-\u021bi privesc iubirea, s\u0103 pot s-o v\u0103d, materializat\u0103 de iarb\u0103.
\nCaut p\u0103s\u0103ri \u00een cuibul toamnei, pentru a lipi pe fereastr\u0103 o pan\u0103 argintie. A\u0219a vei \u0219ti c\u0103 sunt dincolo.
\nDincolo de s\u0103lciile care str\u0103bat p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een mintea crud\u0103 de copil.
\nCopilul care-mi adoarme pe bra\u021be c\u00e2nd cred.
\nAmintiri puternice, care r\u0103pun furtunile, pa\u0219ii grei, triste\u021bile, dar nu \u0219i singur\u0103tatea.
\nSingur\u0103tatea ca o stare de vis. Imaginarea unei alte \u021b\u0103ri, care cedeaz\u0103 numai la realizarea ultimei leg\u0103turi cu via\u021ba.
\nVia\u021ba, o multitudine de noduri pe un fir. Colec\u021bia ta de noduri fericite \u0219i nefericite.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 flori, vreau s\u0103 te v\u0103d f\u0103r\u0103 flori, dezlipit de puterea cu care ele te \u00eenzestreaz\u0103.
\nNu pot s\u0103 scriu a\u0219a. Vino mai de departe, s\u0103 pot s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la tine, pu\u021bin, \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n

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\n\u00centotdeauna, teama de tandre\u021bi prea puternice… Dependen\u021ba.
\nCeea ce creezi cu vocea ta, cu mintea ta, min\u021bii mele.
\nBra\u021bele nu danseaz\u0103 \u00eenconjur\u0103ri, pa\u0219ii nu sunt convergen\u021bi, dar \u00eentotdeauna c\u00e2nd \u00eengenunchez e\u0219ti \u00een spatele u\u0219ii.
\nPloi ce-mi las\u0103 r\u0103ni peste trup; flori care-\u021bi fac cunoscut\u0103 perfec\u021biunea, i\u021bi amintesc c\u0103 n-a\u0219 fi o parfumat\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103 de basm, c\u0103 pl\u00e2ng, am contradic\u021bii \u0219i uit\u0103ri.
\nAm mici c\u0103l\u0103toare \u00een piept \u0219i \u0219tiu s\u0103 zbor, uneori p\u00e2n\u0103 la a construi din cuvinte, vindec\u0103ri de ran\u0103, sentimente \u0219i c\u0103r\u0103ri.
\nArunc trecutul \u00een c\u0103r\u021bi citite, recitite, \u00eeng\u0103lbenite de ani, \u00een septembrie.
\nToamne coapte de soare port la g\u00e2t \u0219i c\u00e2nt c\u00e2teodat\u0103 c\u00e2t o lume.
\nDespre tine \u0219tiu doar s\u0103 scriu, dinspre p\u0103m\u00e2nt spre acas\u0103. Acas\u0103 e acolo unde te v\u0103d.
\n\u0218i totu\u0219i nu pot dec\u00e2t s\u0103 mi te \u00eenchipui. O poart\u0103. \u0218i ierburi prea \u00eenalte \u0219i albul care m\u0103 concentreaz\u0103 \u00eentr- un s\u00e2mbure.
\nCresc p\u00e2n\u0103 la fereastra ta, de unde pot s\u0103 beau apa din crini.
\nA\u0219a petrecem \u00eempreun\u0103; c\u00e2nd nu \u0219tim unul de altul, chemarea celuilalt reface starea de \u00eenceput.
\nSuntem noi, aici, nu uita: ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een via\u021ba aceasta \u0219i asta e tot ce conteaz\u0103.
\nTe a\u0219tept tare demult, \u0219i colile albe, mute sunt confidentele mele.
\nNu pot sa pl\u00e2ng. Luna prea clar\u0103, \u00eenchis\u0103 ca un cerc de pa\u0219i.
\nPromite-mi. Vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eencred \u00een tine. T\u00e2rziu, sunetul unui trandafir c\u0103z\u00e2nd pe o podea de sticl\u0103…
\n\u0218i c\u00e2n\u021bi; \u0219i pl\u00e2ng. Acum, pentru prima oar\u0103. Nu \u0219tiu ce e…
\n\u00cenchide ochii \u0219i ascult\u0103-m\u0103…
\n\u0218iragul de perle albe, ce-mi cade de la g\u00e2t, cu un clinchet de cai. Albastru profund.
\nCu pa\u0219ii goi \u00eencerc un dans. E singur\u0103tatea primului dans.
\nSentimente. Trepte.
\n\u00cengenunchez, c\u0103ci \u00eemi pare c\u0103 vii. Jos, pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul care urc\u0103 p\u0103durea.<\/p>\n

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\nA m\u0103 face s\u0103 visez u\u0219orul p\u0103durii, c\u00e2nd r\u0103sare, mic, botul de catifea al c\u0103prioarei dup\u0103 cetini…
\nE atunci o sete alinat\u0103, de \u00eenceputuri…
\nDesenez mereu m\u00e2inile tale, \u00eempreunate, Ia nesf\u00e2r\u0219it de crini. Sunt apa \u0219i \u021b\u0103r\u00e2na ta. Legate \u00een ve\u0219nica stea de nord.
\nOrele fugare vor sta \u00eenmugurite la masa ta de scris, c\u00e2nd penelul \u00eenmuiat \u00een tu\u0219 coboar\u0103 repetat ziduri de cetate sf\u00e2nt\u0103.
\nDac\u0103 te-a\u0219 cuprinde \u00een p\u0103rul meu la miezul nop\u021bii…
\nObosim adesea de at\u00e2ta singur\u0103tate… \u0219i niciodat\u0103 nu termin de scris.<\/p>\n

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\nPare c\u0103 miroase a ve\u0219ted, am\u0103rui…
\nPare demult, c\u0103 au plecat r\u00e2ndunelele, ostenind v\u0103zduhul de at\u00e2ta duc\u0103.
\nArat\u0103-mi tu, \u00eenc\u0103 odat\u0103, a mia oar\u0103, cerul…
\nSuntem singurii, mozaicul p\u0103m\u00e2ntului ce ne este corespundere.
\nLacrima \u00een care \u00eenghe\u021b sub forma statuar\u0103.
\nStarea primar\u0103, \u00eenceput de tres\u0103rire.
\nDeosebiri de valuri, st\u00e2rnite \u00een ochi de copil.
\nNu am tr\u0103it dup\u0103 ore, am tr\u0103it dup\u0103 lacrimi.
\nTot. E aurul nop\u021bii.<\/p>\n

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\nZborul, care-mi corespunde bra\u021bele ce m\u0103 pierd \u00een cuv\u00e2nt.
\nLibertate: suflul luminii care ascunde de fiecare dat\u0103 sufleorul, care-\u0219i scrie lec\u021bia de caligrafie. La caligrafie trebuie s\u0103 devii pur, asemeni literelor.
\nO zarv\u0103 de cerbi iernatici, la ochiuri de ap\u0103.
\nO gr\u0103din\u0103, copiii lumii.
\nTe cobor din gr\u0103mezile nem\u0103surate de gunoaie, pure \u0219i hr\u0103nitoare ale p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, egoist\u0103, care te g\u00e2nde\u0219te, te tace.
\nNu e loc pentru tragice p\u0103cate cu flori \u00een p\u0103r… \u0219i m\u0103 murd\u0103resc cu iarba, s\u0103 nu te mai umplu cu iama mea, cu \u00eencercarea de a-\u021bi fi.
\nNu am dreptul la paji\u0219tile cu luceferi, am doar p\u0103m\u00e2nt stropit cu cer.
\nE\u0219ti cel de care-mi acop\u0103r urmele \u00een nisip, c\u00e2nd pl\u00e2ng lacrima ta; … \u00eentr-o lacrim\u0103 de sare, femeie de lacrim\u0103 ce-\u021bi sunt.<\/p>\n

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\nEu am cunoscut odat\u0103 un astfel de om. Cel care nu se deosebe\u0219te de ecoul cerului \u00een z\u00e2mbetul lui.
\nC\u00e2nd urc\u0103 \u0219i coboar\u0103 \u00eenserarea \u00een sat, c\u00e2nd e trist \u0219i pl\u00e2nge, el \u00ee\u0219i lumineaz\u0103 dinadins fruntea cu-n refren \u0219i uit\u0103 c\u0103 nu e \u00eenger.
\nPoart\u0103 mirarea p\u0103durii \u00een gestul cu care m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie copiii. \u0218i-l doare; \u0219i tace. \u0218i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eei r\u0103spunde cu flori, numai lui, \u00eentr-un fel anume, a\u0219a, ca o ab\u021binere pref\u0103cut\u0103 \u00een aur, zi dup\u0103 zi \u0219i mai departe.
\nMai departe sunt eu, care nu \u0219tiu dec\u00e2t s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng, care nu \u0219tiu dec\u00e2t s\u0103 r\u00e2d.
\nNu mai vreau s\u0103-mi fie fric\u0103 de catifea. Vreau s\u0103 adorm acolo, undeva, spre chipul lunii…
\nSunt aici, acolo, pretutindeni, un simplu om, cu un caiet \u00een care-mi p\u0103strez bucuriile.
\n\u00cembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eaz\u0103-m\u0103. Nu sunt fragil\u0103. Afec\u021biunea e o povar\u0103 pe care o pot duce. Motiva\u021bia mea sunt dealurile acestea verzi, ca un pl\u00e2nset de stea, preg\u0103tit\u0103 de vis. Doar mugurele acesta, plesnit ast\u0103zi, \u00een plin ger, \u00eemi macin\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 voie, a\u0219teptarea ta…
\nNu frunz\u0103resc aceast\u0103 stare, c\u00e2nd mi-ai luat ochii. O chem dintr-odat\u0103. Cum apari, cum e\u0219ti. Prezentul e un dar.
\nCe sa fac eu cu at\u00e2tea flori \u00een dar ?
\nPu\u021binul din care sunt stea… Ceva ce-mi spune ce anume vrei tu.
\nNu \u0219tii oare pe cel care avea numele t\u0103u?
\nCe cau\u021bi tu \u00een lini\u0219tea mea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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