{"id":10649,"date":"2020-09-13T23:38:04","date_gmt":"2020-09-13T20:38:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10649"},"modified":"2020-09-13T23:41:05","modified_gmt":"2020-09-13T20:41:05","slug":"literadura-nr-17-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=10649","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 17 (7)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Camelia ARDELEAN<\/strong>
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Amintirile Rozaliei<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rozalia sufla greu sub plapuma
\nveche de culoare bleumarin,
\n\u201egarnisit\u0103\u201d pe alocuri cu pete de
\ngr\u0103sime. Unele erau mai proaspete, altele mai
\nvechi, de parc\u0103 mai multe re\u021bete culinare \u00ee\u0219i
\nf\u0103cuser\u0103 concuren\u021b\u0103, \u00een apropierea sa, de-a
\nlungul timpului. \u00cen m\u00e2na scheletic\u0103 \u021binea
\nstr\u00e2ns o batist\u0103 ud\u0103, cu care \u00ee\u0219i \u0219tergea, din
\nc\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, fruntea de sudoare sau alunga
\ngloata de mu\u0219te ce tr\u0103geau la ea, mai r\u0103u ca la
\nun butoi cu miere.
\n– Ho, c\u0103 n-am murit, turbatelor! le dojeni
\nfemeia \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103, \u00eenmuindu-\u0219i buzele uscate \u00een
\napa st\u0103tut\u0103 de pe m\u0103su\u021b\u0103. Lichidul s\u0103lciu
\na\u0219tepta parc\u0103 de o ve\u0219nicie \u00een cana cr\u0103pat\u0103 \u0219i
\nf\u0103r\u0103 toart\u0103, cu motive florale dintr-un secol de
\nmult apus. L\u00e2ng\u0103 can\u0103, pe o farfurie, o
\nbuc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 cu sos \u0219i un cartof fiert
\nst\u0103teau neatinse. \u201eN-am crezut s\u0103 apuc anii
\n\u0103\u0219tia!\u201d \u00ee\u0219i zise ea cu triste\u021be, chinuindu-se s\u0103
\nse ridice \u00een capul oaselor, f\u0103r\u0103 a reu\u0219i. La cei
\n90 de ani b\u0103tu\u021bi pe muchie, via\u021ba i se p\u0103rea o
\ncorvoad\u0103, mai ales de c\u00e2nd se \u00eemboln\u0103vise \u0219i
\najunsese la mila altora, lucru de care \u00eei fusese
\n\u00eentotdeauna team\u0103.
\n– Vasile! \u00eencerc\u0103 ea s\u0103 strige, cu f\u0103r\u00e2ma de
\nglas care \u00eei mai r\u0103m\u0103sese, dar Vasile, feciorul
\ncel mai mic, care locuia, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu familia
\nlui, \u00een aceea\u0219i cas\u0103 cu ea, nu \u00eei r\u0103spunse.
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00eentoarse totu\u0219i capul, cu o d\u00e2r\u0103 de
\nsperan\u021b\u0103 \u00een ochii f\u0103r\u0103 str\u0103lucire, \u00eens\u0103 pe u\u0219a
\ndeschis\u0103 larg nu intr\u0103 nimeni. O lacrim\u0103 i se
\nivi stingher\u0103 \u00een col\u021bul ochiului, dar femeia \u0219i-o
\n\u0219terse repede cu m\u00e2neca, ru\u0219in\u00e2ndu-se parc\u0103
\nde sl\u0103biciunea ei.
\nNu avusese ocazia, de prea multe ori, s\u0103-\u0219i
\nmanifeste durerea sufleteasc\u0103. V\u0103duv\u0103 de
\naproape dou\u0103zeci de ani, cu r\u0103posatul nu
\ndusese o via\u021b\u0103 tocmai u\u0219oar\u0103. \u00cenalt \u0219i bine
\nf\u0103cut, cu ochii alba\u0219tri \u0219i p\u0103rul c\u00e2rlion\u021bat, \u00eel
\npl\u0103cu de cum \u00eel v\u0103zu, la hora din sat, pe c\u00e2nd
\navea deja dou\u0103zeci \u0219i doi de ani. Era \u201efat\u0103
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103\u201d \u0219i \u201egurile rele\u201d spuneau c\u0103 nici n-o
\ns\u0103-\u0219i g\u0103seasc\u0103 vreodat\u0103 pe cineva: \u201eS\u0103rac\u0103
\nlipit\u0103 e, frumoas\u0103 ioc, ce vrea, pe F\u0103t-
\nFrumos? Iaca, s\u0103 fie bucuroas\u0103 dac\u0103 frate-s\u0103u
\no s-o lase s\u0103-i creasc\u0103 plozii\u201c, comentau, la
\ncol\u021bul uli\u021bei, babele din sat.
\nC\u00e2nd \u00eel cunoscuse ea, Cornel era \u201ev\u00e2nat\u201c
\nde toate fetele nem\u0103ritate \u0219i nu numai, pe o
\nraz\u0103 de vreo trei comune. Niciodat\u0103 nu \u0219tiu de
\nce o luase de nevast\u0103. Dac\u0103 frumuse\u021bea \u0219i
\naverea, \u00eensu\u0219iri at\u00e2t de importante la o femeie,
\n\u00eei lipseau, probabil c\u0103 \u00eel atr\u0103sese la ea faptul
\nc\u0103 era supus\u0103 \u0219i din cale-afar\u0103 de harnic\u0103.
\nMuncea c\u00e2t cinci oameni la un loc \u0219i niciodat\u0103
\nnu se pl\u00e2ngea de nimic. Cu timpul, \u00eens\u0103, acest
\nlucru ajunsese s\u0103 \u00eel scoat\u0103 cumplit din s\u0103rite
\npe b\u0103rbatul a c\u0103rui r\u0103bdare nu era calitatea sa
\nprincipal\u0103. Era prea docil\u0103! P\u0103i ce femeie era
\nasta? Piatr\u0103, nu femeie! Nu repro\u0219a, nu se
\nv\u0103ita, nu cerea niciodat\u0103 nimic pentru ea!
\nChiar a\u0219a, cum s\u0103 nu te enervezi?
\nRozalia fusese binecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103 cu o s\u0103n\u0103tate
\nde fier, la care Dumnezeu mai ad\u0103ug\u0103 c\u00e2teva:
\n\u00eei d\u0103rui, \u00een zece ani, cinci copii. \u00cei n\u0103scu pe
\nto\u021bi acas\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei crescu a\u0219a cum putu, mai mult
\nsingur\u0103, b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u fiind ocupat s\u0103 fac\u0103
\nzilnic naveta \u00eentre mina unde lucra ca
\nartificier \u0219i holda pe care o mo\u0219tenise de la
\nmam\u0103-sa, \u00een satul vecin. Abia la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul
\ns\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nii reu\u0219ea s\u0103 dea pe-acas\u0103, \u0219i atunci
\nfiind mai mult \u00een toane proaste, din cauza
\noboselii adunate peste s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103.
\n\u00centr-o astfel de zi nefast\u0103, Rozalia avu
\nghinionul de a fi nevoit\u0103 s\u0103 i se adreseze. \u00ce\u0219i
\nlu\u0103 inima \u00een din\u021bi \u0219i \u00eei spuse c\u0103 i-ar trebui ni\u0219te
\nbani pentru fetele cele mari, s\u0103 le cumpere
\ncaiete \u0219i uniform\u0103, c\u0103 \u00eencepuser\u0103 \u0219coala.
\nRezultatul fu o b\u0103taie sor\u0103 cu moartea.
\n– Cornele, sperii copiii! \u00eencercase femeia
\ns\u0103-l potoleasc\u0103, \u00een timp ce acesta o lovea ca
\nun apucat, cu pumnii \u0219i cu picioarele. Nu se
\ng\u00e2ndea la ea, \u00eei era fric\u0103 doar pentru micu\u021bii
\ncare \u021bipau speria\u021bi, \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi cu to\u021bii \u00een
\np\u0103tu\u021bul vechi, ce se cl\u0103tina din \u201e\u00eencheieturi\u201d,
\nla fel ca vecinul lor, Petre, atunci c\u00e2nd ie\u0219ea
\ndin cr\u00e2\u0219m\u0103, dup\u0103 ce d\u0103dea peste cap vreo doi
\nlitri de bere. Cornel \u00eens\u0103 nu se opri, p\u00e2n\u0103 nu
\nse umplu de n\u0103du\u0219eal\u0103 \u0219i nu-\u0219i v\u0103rs\u0103 pe ea tot
\nn\u0103duful.
\nAlt\u0103 dat\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd era \u00een curtea g\u0103inilor cu
\no nepo\u021bic\u0103 de-a ei, \u00eei spuse, \u00eentr-o doar\u0103, c\u0103 \u00eel
\nc\u0103utase Rafila, despre care se zvonea c\u0103
\nfusese o dr\u0103gu\u021b\u0103 de-a lui, din tinere\u021be. At\u00e2t \u00eei
\ntrebui lui Cornel, c\u0103 \u00eei ie\u0219i fum pe n\u0103ri! Puse
\nm\u00e2na pe o roat\u0103 de biciclet\u0103, care z\u0103cea
\naruncat\u0103 \u00eentr-un col\u021b \u0219i o zv\u00e2rli drept spre ea.
\nRoata o nimeri din plin \u00een m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103 \u0219i i-o
\nrupse pe loc. S\u00e2ngele \u021b\u00e2\u0219ni peste tot, iar
\nnepo\u021bica \u00eencepu s\u0103 urle, de parc\u0103 o
\n\u00eenjunghiase cineva. Numai Dumnezeu \u00eei d\u0103du
\nputere Rozaliei s\u0103 nu se piard\u0103 cu firea \u0219i
\ninspira\u021bie s\u0103 se lege repede cu o batist\u0103 peste
\nlocul v\u0103t\u0103mat. Un an de zile dup\u0103 aceea sp\u0103l\u0103
\nrufele \u00een lighean doar cu st\u00e2nga. B\u0103t\u0103i sau alte
\n\u201eie\u0219iri\u201d de-ale b\u0103rbatului aprig la m\u00e2nie fur\u0103
\nmulte, nici nu le mai \u0219tia num\u0103rul. Niciodat\u0103
\n\u00eens\u0103 nu-i repro\u0219\u0103 lui Cornel ceva, nici m\u0103car
\natunci c\u00e2nd \u00eel \u00eengriji, patru ani de zile, dup\u0103 ce
\nacesta c\u0103zu la pat, bolnav de pl\u0103m\u00e2ni, \u00eenainte
\ns\u0103 moar\u0103…
\nRozalia auzi poarta sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind \u0219i se trezi din
\nvisare. Pa\u0219i u\u0219ori ca de felin\u0103, de parc\u0103 nu
\nvoiau s\u0103 fie auzi\u021bi, urcar\u0103 treptele.
\n– Tu e\u0219ti, Vasile? \u00eentreb\u0103 femeia cu glas
\nstins.
\n– Ce-i, babo, n-ai murit \u00eenc\u0103? se auzi o
\nvoce r\u0103stit\u0103 din hol, dar nimeni nu b\u0103g\u0103 capul
\npe u\u0219\u0103.
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2na gemu \u00eencet, cu inima grea. De\u0219i
\nauzul o cam l\u0103sase \u00een ultima vreme, \u00eel
\nrecunoscu pe Grigore, feciorul cel mai mic al
\nlui Vasile, singurul r\u0103mas ne\u00eensurat din cei
\npatru copii ai acestuia. Pe el \u00eel r\u0103sf\u0103\u021baser\u0103 cel
\nmai mult, ea \u0219i b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u, fiindc\u0103 de mic
\nfusese mai ginga\u0219. Nu-l puseser\u0103 niciodat\u0103 la
\nnimic, ca nu cumva s\u0103 se \u00eemboln\u0103veasc\u0103,
\nDoamne fere\u0219te! Acum era ditamai vl\u0103jganul,
\ndar ce folos? Crescuse r\u0103ut\u0103cios \u0219i \u00eenchis \u00een
\nnr. 17 \/ septembrie \/ 2020
\n40
\nsine, singurul prieten fiindu-i un calculator
\nvechi, la care \u00ee\u0219i petrecea zilele \u0219i, de cele mai
\nmulte ori, nop\u021bile. Tr\u0103ia pe spinarea p\u0103rin\u021bilor
\n\u0219i nu mi\u0219ca un deget, dac\u0103 nu era pl\u0103tit
\n\u00eenainte.
\n– Scoate banii, babo, de vrei s\u0103-\u021bi fac
\ncump\u0103r\u0103turi, c\u0103 doar nu-s sluga ta! se r\u0103stea
\nel, ori de c\u00e2te ori b\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00eencerca s\u0103-l trimit\u0103
\ndup\u0103 c\u00e2te ceva.
\nFemeia ofta \u0219i se g\u00e2ndea la c\u00e2te nop\u021bi nu
\ndormise atunci c\u00e2nd nepo\u021bii \u00eei fuseser\u0103
\nbolnavi \u0219i la c\u00e2\u021bi bani din pensioara ei am\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103
\nle d\u0103duse pentru \u0219coal\u0103, ea tr\u0103ind doar cu
\nfasole \u0219i cartofi, ca s\u0103 fac\u0103 economie! Sperase
\nc\u0103 ace\u0219tia \u00eei vor alina b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bile \u0219i
\nsingur\u0103tatea, dup\u0103 ce Cornel se dusese la cele
\nsfinte, dar se pare c\u0103 se \u00een\u0219elase! Ceilal\u021bi copii
\nai lui Vasile plecaser\u0103, cu to\u021bii, pe la casele lor
\n\u0219i chiar dac\u0103 mai veneau uneori \u00een vizit\u0103, nu
\nse osteneau s\u0103 treac\u0103 pragul c\u0103m\u0103ru\u021bei ei
\ns\u0103r\u0103c\u0103cioase, ci mergeau ori \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, s\u0103
\ncaute de m\u00e2ncare, ori \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, s\u0103 dea iama
\nprin straturi. C\u00e2t o \u021binuser\u0103 puterile, lucrase
\ntoat\u0103 gr\u0103dina singur\u0103, a\u0219a cum se pricepu. O
\nf\u0103cuse curat\u0103 ca oglinda \u0219i plin\u0103 cu de toate.
\nAcum se iveau roadele, iar \u201evizitatorii\u201c nu
\na\u0219teptau s\u0103 fie pofti\u021bi, \u201er\u0103deau\u201d tot ce
\nprindeau!
\nOfff… mare gre\u0219eal\u0103 f\u0103cuser\u0103 am\u00e2ndoi, ea
\n\u0219i b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u! Abia acum \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103dea seama de
\nasta, dar era prea t\u00e2rziu! Celor dou\u0103 fete mai
\nmari nu le d\u0103duser\u0103 mai nimic de zestre c\u00e2nd
\nse m\u0103ritaser\u0103, \u00een afar\u0103 de perne, plapume \u0219i
\nc\u00e2teva obiecte gospod\u0103re\u0219ti. \u00cen schimb, b\u0103ie\u021bii
\nc\u0103p\u0103tar\u0103, fiecare, c\u00e2te o cas\u0103 cu gr\u0103din\u0103 mare
\n\u0219i curte, case pe care le ridicase, cu m\u00e2nu\u021bele
\nei b\u0103t\u0103torite, muncind cot la cot cu Cornel.
\nNici ea nu primise, la r\u00e2ndu-i, zestre de la
\np\u0103rin\u021bi \u0219i crezuse c\u0103 a\u0219a era datina, \u201eaverea\u201d
\ns\u0103 revin\u0103 b\u0103ie\u021bilor. Voise s\u0103-i ajute, ca s\u0103 nu-\u0219i
\n\u00eenceap\u0103 \u0219i ei c\u0103snicia \u00eentr-un bordei de
\np\u0103m\u00e2nt, cum f\u0103cuse ea. \u0218i iat\u0103, tocmai pe
\nb\u0103ie\u021bi nu se putea deloc bizui la nevoie: cel
\nmare c\u0103zu din tren c\u00e2nd era t\u00e2n\u0103r \u0219i se lovi la
\ncap, iar la scurt timp, o lu\u0103 razna. Mijlociul
\nd\u0103dea pe la ea din Pa\u0219ti \u00een Cr\u0103ciun, \u00een drum
\nspre vreun \u201eclient\u201d existent sau imaginar, de
\npe lista sa mereu supra\u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103.
\nVasile, mezinul \u0219i ultimul la \u00eensur\u0103toare,
\nprimi casa p\u0103rinteasc\u0103, cu condi\u021bia s\u0103 aib\u0103
\ngrij\u0103 de ea \u0219i de b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u, la b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021be.
\nD\u0103duse, \u00eens\u0103, \u00een patima b\u0103uturii dup\u0103 ce se
\n\u00eensurase, iar acum, Rozalia realiz\u0103 c\u0103 nu prea
\nputea s\u0103 aib\u0103 nicio baz\u0103 \u00een el. M\u00e2ncare \u00eei
\nf\u0103cea, nimic de zis, dar i-o tr\u00e2ntea pe farfurie
\n\u0219i fugea repede la cr\u00e2\u0219m\u0103, s\u0103 n-o mai aud\u0103
\nv\u0103it\u00e2ndu-se. Se \u00eentorcea \u00eenapoi abia seara,
\nc\u00e2nd apunea soarele, \u201eafumat\u201d \u0219i cu chef de
\nhar\u021b\u0103. Se mai \u00eent\u00e2mpla s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u0219i bine dispus,
\ndar atunci \u00eel \u201elovea\u201d logoreea \u0219i, dac\u0103 cineva
\navea \u201enorocul\u201d s\u0103 se afle prin preajm\u0103, nu mai
\nsc\u0103pa. \u00cel z\u0103p\u0103cea cu bancurile lui, culese de
\nprin bodegile pe care le frecventa, de la tot
\nfelul de tipi dubio\u0219i. Biata b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 st\u0103tea cu
\ninima c\u00e2t un purice, de fric\u0103 s\u0103 nu se \u00eencaiere
\ncu vreunul \u0219i s\u0103 p\u0103\u021beasc\u0103 ceva, iar ea s\u0103
\nr\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 niciun sprijin. Nor\u0103-sa nu o prea
\navea la inim\u0103, iar de nepotu-s\u0103u Grigore se
\nl\u0103murise. Singurul \u201epilon\u201d, \u0219i acela \u0219ubred,
\nera acest fiu mai mic, c\u0103zut \u00een mrejele lui
\nBacchus.
\n– M\u0103 copile, o s\u0103-\u021bi vin\u0103 de hac b\u0103utura
\nasta \u00eentr-o zi! Mai alin\u0103-te \u0219i stai aci, cu mine,
\nc\u0103 n-are cine s\u0103-mi dea o can\u0103 cu ap\u0103! Mie-mi
\ntrebe om s\u0103 m\u0103-ngrijeasc\u0103! se c\u0103ina ea
\n\u201ecopilului\u201c de \u0219aizeci de ani, de c\u00e2te ori \u00eel
\n\u201eprindea\u201d treaz \u0219i se putea \u00een\u021belege cu el.
\nDegeaba \u00eens\u0103! C\u00e2nd nu punea gura pe
\nb\u0103utur\u0103, Vasile c\u0103dea de acord cu tot ce zicea
\nmam\u0103-sa, dar apoi uita, \u00eentr-o clipit\u0103,
\npromisiunile f\u0103cute, ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd o vraj\u0103 ne\u0219tiut\u0103
\nar fi pus brusc st\u0103p\u00e2nire pe el \u0219i i-ar fi
\n\u00eence\u021bo\u0219at min\u021bile.
\nDa… Rozalia \u00ee\u0219i nedrept\u0103\u021bise fetele \u0219i acum
\npl\u0103tea scump gre\u0219eala f\u0103cut\u0103! Ele fuseser\u0103
\ncele care o mai ajutaser\u0103, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd,
\na\u0219a cum putuser\u0103. Cea mic\u0103, mai ales, Mioara,
\nnu venea niciodat\u0103 \u00een vizit\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i dea ceva
\nbani sau f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i aduc\u0103 vreun cadou, c\u00e2t de
\nmic. Tare bun\u0103 la suflet mai era fata asta, dar
\nnu avusese \u0219i ea un dram de noroc: b\u0103rbatul \u00eei
\nmurise de t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, iar singurul copil pe care \u00eel
\navea era bolnav. Cu ea dac\u0103 ar fi locuit, bine
\ni-ar fi mers! Era harnic\u0103 \u0219i descurc\u0103rea\u021b\u0103 ca
\nnimeni alta, dar \u00eenainte de toate, miloas\u0103 ca o
\nc\u0103lug\u0103ri\u021b\u0103!
\n– Lua\u021bi-m\u0103 la voi! se ruga Rozalia, de
\nfiecare dat\u0103, de fiica ei, c\u00e2nd aceasta venea s\u0103
\no vad\u0103! Voi sunte\u021bi altfel, \u0219ti\u021bi s\u0103 spune\u021bi
\nomului o vorb\u0103 bun\u0103! \u0102\u0219tia zbiar\u0103 la mine
\ntoat\u0103 ziua sau m\u0103 las\u0103 singur\u0103, ca pe o mobil\u0103!
\nV\u0103 pl\u0103tesc, nu-mi trebe pe gratis! Chiar nu vii
\nmil\u0103 de mine? Doar\u0103 ave\u021bi trei camere, \u00eei
\ndestul loc! De ce nu vre\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103 lua\u021bi?
\nReac\u021bia fiicei nu fusese \u00eens\u0103 cea a\u0219teptat\u0103
\nde ea:
\n– M\u0103i mam\u0103, nu m\u0103 mai am\u0103r\u00ee \u0219i matale!
\nCrezi c\u0103 mie nu mi se rupe sufletul c\u00e2nd te
\nv\u0103d a\u0219a? Da` bag seama c\u0103 matale nu-\u021bi pas\u0103
\ndeloc de mine! N-am tras destul cu b\u0103rbatu-meu
\n\u0219i cu copilu`, tot prin spitale? Apoi am \u0219i
\neu bolile mele, nu mai \u00ees de dou\u0103zeci de ani!
\nNu mai pot, z\u0103u, c\u0103 nu-s din piatr\u0103! De plata
\nmatale \u00eemi arde mie? Dac\u0103 nu ai avea unde s\u0103
\n\u0219ezi, te-a\u0219 lua f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai stau pe g\u00e2nduri \u0219i
\nf\u0103r\u0103 niciun ban, da` ai cas\u0103, ai curte, ai tot ce\u021bi
\ntrebuie! La bloc ce s\u0103 faci? Cine te poate
\nduce jos, de la etajul patru, dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 stai la
\naer? Nu vezi c\u0103 nu mai po\u021bi umbla, nici m\u0103car
\ncu c\u00e2rjele? Aici, de bine, de r\u0103u, \u00eel ai pe
\nVasile, te poate ridica el, dac\u0103 e nevoie!
\nDoar\u0103 de-aia i-ai l\u0103sat casa, s\u0103 te \u00eengrijeasc\u0103!
\nEu m-am coco\u0219at muncind, ca s\u0103 pl\u0103tesc
\ntreizeci de ani ni\u0219te pere\u021bi, iar el a primit totul
\npe tav\u0103! Acu` \u0219i la asta vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenhami?
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenghi\u021bea cu greu oful. \u0218tia c\u0103
\nfiica ei avea dreptate, de\u0219i nu \u00eei spusese
\nniciodat\u0103. Vizitele Mioarei se r\u0103riser\u0103
\nsim\u021bitor, de c\u00e2nd ap\u0103ruser\u0103 \u00eentre ele aceste
\ndiscu\u021bii interminabile. Cu trei zile \u00een urm\u0103,
\nc\u00e2nd venise, dup\u0103 mai bine de o lun\u0103, s\u0103 o
\nvad\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i desc\u0103rc\u0103 \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it sufletul:
\n– Mioar\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi, \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u021bi-am gre\u0219it \u0219i
\nnu meritai! \u00eei spuse Rozalia, abia sufl\u00e2nd.
\nRuga\u021bi-v\u0103 pentru mine, s\u0103-mi u\u0219ureze
\nDumnezeu chinul!
\n– Mam\u0103, n-am ce s\u0103-\u021bi iert, nu mi-ai gre\u0219it
\ncu nimic! o opri Mioara cu lacrimi \u00een ochi,
\nm\u00e2ng\u00e2ind-o pe obraz \u0219i lu\u00e2ndu-i m\u00e2na
\ndesc\u0103rnat\u0103 \u00eentr-a ei. O privea t\u0103cut,
\nconsternat\u0103 de c\u00e2t de mult se schimbase \u00eentr-o
\nlun\u0103: fa\u021ba \u0219i corpul \u00eei erau umflate cu ap\u0103, iar
\ndin picioare i se scurgea un lichid alb-g\u0103lbui.
\nAvea dureri groaznice peste tot \u0219i respira
\ngreu.
\n– Oare doctorii \u0103\u0219tia de ce nu-i pot vindeca
\npe to\u021bi oamenii? puse b\u0103tr\u00e2na \u00eentrebarea, ca
\npentru sine. Mai bine nu mergeam la ei, c\u0103
\nnuma` de c\u00e2nd iau leacurile lor, m-am
\n\u00eemboln\u0103vit a\u0219a!… S\u0103 mai veni\u021bi \u0219i m\u00e2ine la
\nmine, bine? V-a\u0219tept negre\u0219it! spuse ea
\nrug\u0103tor, c\u00e2nd Mioara \u0219i cu nepotu-s\u0103u se
\npreg\u0103tir\u0103 de plecare.
\n– Dac\u0103 putem, venim, mam\u0103! r\u0103spunse
\nMioara, pe un ton care \u00eenclina mai mult \u00eenspre
\n\u201enu\u201d, dec\u00e2t \u00eenspre \u201eda\u201d…
\n***
\nRozalia auzi din nou un zgomot de pa\u0219i,
\ncare o smulse din g\u00e2nduri. Nu p\u0103reau a fi ai
\nlui Vasile, erau mult mai u\u0219ori, ca de femeie.
\nO urm\u0103 de z\u00e2mbet \u00eei \u00eenflori pe fa\u021ba ve\u0219tejit\u0103.
\nO fi Mioara… Poate i se f\u0103cuse dor s\u0103 o vad\u0103
\n\u0219i venise iar, a\u0219a cum o rugase sau… poate se
\nr\u0103zg\u00e2ndise \u00eentre timp \u0219i se \u00eenduplecase s-o ia
\nla ea! Ce bine ar fi! N-ar mai tr\u0103i sugrumat\u0103
\nde teama singur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii \u0219i a neputin\u021bei. Cu
\nultimul dram de energie, \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103
\ncu fa\u021ba spre u\u0219\u0103. Sim\u021bi o s\u0103geat\u0103 \u00een piept,
\napoi… nimic!
\nB\u0103tr\u00e2na nu mai avea s\u0103 afle vreodat\u0103 cine
\np\u0103\u0219ise pragul u\u0219ii de la intrare. Inima ei
\nsl\u0103bit\u0103 \u0219i mult prea \u00eencercat\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i opri zbaterea
\npentru totdeauna. Privirea \u00eei r\u0103mase a\u021bintit\u0103
\nspre o alt\u0103 lume, ale c\u0103rei por\u021bi abia le trecuse,
\nl\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 orice durere…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dan DINU<\/strong>
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Cum e s\u0103 fii mort? Mul\u0163umesc, e bine!<\/strong><\/p>\n

– Eu am \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, Jesus, ce vrei, sunt viu,
\ncarnea mi se tope\u0219te, oasele se sub\u021biaz\u0103,
\nurechile m\u0103 mai tr\u0103deaz\u0103, tu ai r\u0103mas
\nneschimbat, e\u0219ti la fel de t\u00e2n\u0103r \u0219i frumos, uite,
\nai p\u0103rul acela lung \u0219i inelat din poza dosit\u0103 \u00een
\ncuf\u0103rul de sub patul de fier, m\u0103 \u0219i
\n\u00eendr\u0103gostisem pu\u021bin de tine, te pierdeam din
\nochi de drag, pe tine te admiram din plutonul
\n\u0103la de borfa\u0219i geni\u0219ti, cu moace lombroziene.
\n\u0218tii c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi murmuram en passant, mali\u021bios,
\nversurile co\u0219buciene – „pe umeri pletele-i curg
\nr\u00eeu, ml\u0103die…”, c\u00e2nd ne comanda „lentul” pas
\nalerg\u0103tor la du\u0219uri, \u0219i m\u0103 pr\u0103p\u0103deam de r\u00e2s, c\u0103
\ndeja erai tuns chilug, iar tu te \u00eenro\u0219eai ca o
\nfat\u0103 mare, \u0219i te sp\u0103lai chinuit, cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 la
\nb\u0103rb\u0103\u021bie, \u00een vreme ce eu m\u0103 zbenguiam cu
\ngolanii \u0103ia sub jetul de ap\u0103 rece! \u0218i-\u021bi
\ntrimiteam ocheade, \u00een hazul general, \u00ee\u021bi
\naplicam un leac \u00eempotriva vulnerabilit\u0103\u021bii,
\ncum a f\u0103cut Vod\u0103 \u0103la r\u0103spopit stiva de
\nc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2ni s\u0103-\u0219i \u0219ocheze consoarta, s\u0103 o vindece
\nde fric\u0103, \u0219i de mil\u0103, \u0219i eu \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u021bi alung
\nru\u0219inea aceea feciorelnic\u0103. Sfiala de la care \u021bi
\ns-a \u0219i tras moartea… \u0218i eu eram un timid
\nincurabil, dar bravam, omule, \u00ee\u021bi demonstram
\npe viu cum te po\u021bi impune \u00eentr-o lume de
\nmon\u0219tri! \u0218i tu orb \u0219i surd, \u00ee\u021bi f\u0103ceam declara\u021bii
\nde iubire \u00eenecate \u00een hohote de r\u00e2s n\u0103valnic,
\npentru a exersa cum s\u0103-i spui fetei \u0103leia s\u0103
\nfugi\u021bi \u00eempreun\u0103 \u00een lume. C\u0103 \u0103ia din dormitorul
\nnostru cu 20 de suflete chinuite, chircite,
\n\u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103 ne priveasc\u0103 aiurea, le p\u0103ream
\ndilii, pl\u0103teau \u00een \u021big\u0103ri plantoanele schimbul 2,
\nc\u00e2nd era somnul bu\u0219tean, s\u0103 treac\u0103 pe la
\npaturile noastre, s\u0103 dea un col\u021b de p\u0103tur\u0103 la o
\nparte, s\u0103 se conving\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 le raporteze dac\u0103
\nera ceva necurat… \u0218i acum te lauzi c\u0103 auzi \u0219i
\nvezi tot, \u0219i la ce \u00ee\u021bi folose\u0219te? Uite c\u0103 exist\u0103 \u0219i
\navantaje s\u0103 fii mort, ai acela\u0219i auz perfect care
\nne avertiza c\u0103 be\u021bivul \u0103la de locotenent vine \u00een
\ninspec\u021bie nocturn\u0103, c\u0103 r\u0103m\u0103sese iar f\u0103r\u0103 bani
\nde coniace. Faimosul t\u0103u auz perfect, de
\nmuzician, de tobo\u0219ar care prindea ritmul dup\u0103
\nprimele m\u0103suri \u0219i improviza un solo la rupere,
\ncu o cutie de conserve \u0219i dou\u0103 r\u0103murele!
\nA\u0219adar, la ce \u00ee\u0163i mai folose\u015fte?
\n– Nu schimba subiectul, Daniel, vechea ta
\ntactic\u0103, s\u0103 iei omul prin \u00eenv\u0103luire, s\u0103-i mu\u021bi
\naten\u021bia \u00een alt\u0103 parte, dac\u0103 nu po\u021bi s\u0103-l
\nconvingi, m\u0103car \u00eel z\u0103p\u0103ce\u0219ti! Nu trebuie s\u0103
\nauzi \u0219i s\u0103 vezi, nici limba aia a ta despicata ca
\nla \u0219erpi nu-\u021bi mai face folosin\u021b\u0103 la Judecata de
\nApoi, unde lucrurile nu mai pot fi r\u0103sucite,
\nsunt scris cu litere de foc. Era de S\u00e2mb\u0103ta
\nMor\u0163ilor – Mo\u015fii de Toamn\u0103, astea sunt \u015fi
\nzilele mele faste, atunci m\u0103n\u00e2nc \u015fi beau eu pe
\naici din ce da\u0163i voi pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, mi-ar fi pl\u0103cut
\n\u015fi mie s\u0103 primesc un blid cu sarmale aburinde.
\nDar de unde s\u0103 \u015ftii tu asta, \u00ee\u0163i era g\u00e2ndul doar
\nla cartea ta de Poeme, s\u0103 prime\u015fti manuscrisul,
\ns\u0103-l str\u00e2ngi la piept, s\u0103-i g\u0103te\u015fti paste
\nCarbona prietenei de scris! Tu s\u0103 g\u0103te\u015fti? Tu,
\ncare-\u021bi umpli dimine\u0163ile cu un bol cu cereale
\n\u015fi, arar, mai schimbi cu re\u0163eta ta de ou\u0103
\n\u0163\u0103r\u0103ne\u015fti \u00een bulion, cu feliu\u0163e de bacon. Te
\nlauzi, fanfaron, nu \u0219tii nimic! De fapt, \u0219tii
\nceva perfect, aici ai excelat totdeauna, am
\nremarcat din prima – \u0219tii s\u0103-\u021bi tr\u0103ie\u0219ti via\u021ba
\nprin vie\u021bile altora!…
\n– \u015ei ce importan\u0163\u0103 mai are acum cine \u015fi
\ncum a zis, totul s-a terminat cu bine, ba chiar
\nsurprinz\u0103tor de bine, simt nevoia de
\nschimbare, \u00eemi pulseaz\u0103 un za\u021b de tinere\u021be prin
\nvenele \u00eemb\u00e2csite. Fix a\u0219a, schimbare, \u00een\u021belegi
\nm\u0103car acum, nu te-ai plictisit s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i
\n\u00eempietrit de juma’ de veac, s\u0103 fii exact cum
\nne-am cunoscut noi \u00een anii tragi-comici ai
\nc\u0103t\u0103niei?
\n– Nici nu-\u021bi iau \u00een seam\u0103 r\u0103ut\u0103\u0163ile, a\u015fa faci
\nde c\u00e2nd te \u0219tiu, le r\u0103spundeai \u00een doi peri
\nanalfabe\u0163ilor \u0103ia din plutonul nostru de ocna\u015fi,
\ncare pe urm\u0103 veneau la tine s\u0103 le compui
\nscrisori c\u0103tre iubitele lor. Doar eu vedeam c\u0103
\nai o coard\u0103 sensibil\u0103 pe care nu vrei s\u0103 ne-o
\nar\u0103\u0163i, s\u0103 nu vad\u0103 lumea c\u0103 e\u015fti vulnerabil, de
\naia r\u00e2deai de mine, r\u00e2deai de fapt de tine…
\n-Nu, chiar nu-i adev\u0103rat, nu plecam eu de
\nacas\u0103 exact de S\u00e2mb\u0103ta Mor\u021bilor, \u0219tii c\u0103 am
\npierdut to\u021bi oamenii dragi inimii mele, nu
\nplecam \u00een lume s\u0103 caut al\u021bii pe care s\u0103-i pun \u00een
\nloc, mai bine las locul acela pustiu. Ele m-au
\nmin\u0163it, mi-au spus c\u00e2nd m-am dus la buc\u0103t\u0103rie
\n\u015fi le-am g\u0103sit \u00eemp\u0103turind sarmale, le ajuta \u015fi o
\nvecin\u0103 pe care o cheam\u0103 fix ca pe ibovnica
\ntat\u0103lui meu, ele mi-au spus c\u0103 se duc la o
\npoman\u0103, la cineva, parc\u0103 la un neam au zis…
\n– A\u015fa ai vrut s\u0103 auzi, tu potrive\u015fti vorbele
\ncum \u00ee\u0163i pic\u0103 bine, le iei din aer \u015fi le a\u015fezi
\nconvenabil \u0163ie, \u00eenainte de a a-\u0163i intra pe o
\nureche \u015fi a-\u0163i ie\u015fi pe cealalt\u0103. Cum \u00eei prosteai
\npe idio\u021bii care ne credeau loverboys, ca s\u0103 nu
\nzic direct hom\u0103l\u0103i, \u00eei p\u0103c\u0103leai c\u0103 le compui
\nmisive originale, s\u0103 le ia cu fierbin\u021beli pe
\ngagicile lor, doar rea\u0219ezai vorbe tocite. –
\n\u015ei tu ai fost singurul care n-a venit odat\u0103 s\u0103-i
\nscriu dou\u0103 r\u00e2ndule\u0163e, de\u015fi \u00ee\u0163i eram dator de
\nmai multe ori, \u015fi pentru c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163ai boabele
\nalea pe ungure\u015fte, \u015fi c\u0103 b\u0103teai cu falangele
\ntale iu\u0163i Gypsy Queen a lui Uriah Heep pe
\nfundul conservelor de costi\u0163\u0103 cu fasole. \u015ei
\nchiar a\u015fa, acum poate \u00eemi r\u0103spunzi la o
\n\u00eentrebare pe care nu \u0163i-am pus-o niciodat\u0103…
\n– Vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrebi de ce eu nu veneam la
\ntine s\u0103 te rog s\u0103-mi scrii c\u0103tre iubit\u0103, asta vrei,
\niar chestia cu falangele a fost tot o ironie care
\ns\u0103-\u0163i ascund\u0103, s\u0103-\u0163i am\u00e2ne inten\u0163iile. Stilul t\u0103u,
\ntrebuia \u00eent\u00e2i s\u0103-mi aminte\u015fti c\u0103 sunt oale \u015fi
\nulcele, oase \u00eeng\u0103lbenite c\u00e2t s\u0103 le pui \u00eentr-un
\nsac, ca pe ni\u015fte pisoi orbi, abia f\u0103ta\u0163i, pe care
\nvrei s\u0103-l arunci la g\u00e2rl\u0103! Ni\u0219te pisoi, asta m\u0103
\nenerva la orbii \u0103ia care se d\u0103deau mari ocna\u0219i,
\nc\u0103 trecuser\u0103 prin pu\u0219c\u0103rii \u0219i batalioane
\ndisciplinare, nu \u00een\u0163elegeau c\u0103 tu insistai s\u0103-\u0163i
\nspun\u0103 de fiecare dat\u0103 cum le cheam\u0103 pe
\niubitele lor, s\u0103 repete de mai multe ori, ca o
\nincanta\u0163ie, \u00eei puneai s\u0103-\u0163i zic\u0103 numele alea la
\nnesf\u00e2r\u015fit! Un dul\u0103u \u0219tirb, care latr\u0103 \u00eenfundat,
\nhau-hau, dar nu mu\u0219c\u0103… Spuneai c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i place
\ns\u0103 le auzi din gura lor, c\u0103 a\u015fa \u00ee\u0163i intri \u00een
\ninspira\u0163ie, \u00eei puneai s\u0103-\u0163i arate fotografii cu
\nele, s\u0103-\u0163i povesteasc\u0103 un episod idilic dintre
\nei, poate \u015fi o ceart\u0103, \u00eei convingeai c\u0103 numai
\na\u015fa po\u0163i s\u0103 scrii ni\u015fte vorbe frumoase, \u0163intite,
\npersonalizate. M\u0103 bufnea r\u00e2sul, tu aveai o
\nbro\u015fur\u0103 cu maxime \u015fi cuget\u0103ri despre iubire,
\nunele erau \u015fi-n versuri, de acolo \u00ee\u0163i luai
\nvorbele, \u015fi ei le ascultau cu pliscurile c\u0103scate
\nca puii de vrabie c\u00e2nd vine m\u0103-sa cu ni\u015fte
\nviermi\u015fori gata mesteca\u0163i, viermii \u0103ia care mau
\nlustruit \u0219i m-au ferchezuit s\u0103 arat fain la
\nJudecata de Apoi!
\n– \u015etiai despre maxime, pentru c\u0103 nu
\naveam secrete unul cu altul, te primeam pe
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 mine c\u00e2nd aveam descuiat geamantanul
\n\u0103la de lemn de sub pat, am \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it \u0163ig\u0103ri \u015fi
\nvotci, \u015fi nu puteai s\u0103 \u00eempar\u0163i cu mine \u015fi o
\nscrisoare c\u0103tre iubit\u0103, c\u0103 \u015ftiu sigur c\u0103 aveai, \u015fi
\nnu doar una, c\u0103 doar de aici \u0163i s-a tras
\nsf\u00e2r\u015fitul…
\n– Aveam, \u015fi era numai una, nu cum \u00ee\u0163i
\numbla \u0163ie mintea la toate iubitele \u0103lora, orbii
\n\u015fi mu\u0163ii \u0103ia care nu erau \u00een stare s\u0103 scrie dou\u0103
\nminciuni, c\u0103 tu doar numele \u015fi epitetele le
\nschimbai, \u0219i ei nu \u00een\u0163elegeau c\u0103 tu le m\u00e2ng\u00e2iai
\ngagicile \u00een locul lor, c\u0103 m\u00e2na ta li se strecura
\n\u00een s\u00e2n fetelor c\u00e2nd primeau scrisoarea de
\namor, m\u0103 la\u015fi, tu mereu ai tr\u0103it prin al\u0163ii, \u0163i-ai
\nl\u0103sat via\u0163a ta s\u0103 curg\u0103 \u00een mintea altora…
\n– Bun, poate ai dreptate, \u015fi tu ce f\u0103ceai, nu
\nocoli r\u0103spunsul cum m\u0103 acuzi pe mine, spune
\nclar, de ce nu ai venit la mine s\u0103 compunem
\nceva, fiindc\u0103 te-am urm\u0103rit, n-ai scris odat\u0103
\nun r\u00e2nd, \u015fi iubit\u0103 \u015ftiu sigur c\u0103 aveai, \u015fi c\u0103 era
\nfrumoas\u0103 \u015ftiu, de\u015fi n-am v\u0103zut-o…
\n– Nu i-am scris, \u015fi de sila ta, c\u0103 nu vream
\ns\u0103-\u0163i v\u0103d degetele umbl\u00e2nd peste imaginea ei,
\nca un \u015farpe lunecos, un melc cu d\u00e2re umede,
\nc\u0103 eu eram altfel, str\u00e2ngeam totul \u00een mine,
\nvream s\u0103-i spun eu cu glasul meu, \u015fi nu la
\ntelefon, ar fi trebuit s\u0103 sun la un vecin, ai ei nu
\naveau telefon, \u0103la s\u0103 o cheme, altul care s\u0103-\u015fi
\nbage coada ca tine \u00een vorbele mele, s\u0103 aud\u0103
\nce-i zic, s\u0103 o \u00eentrebe, poate s\u0103-i \u00eempuie capul
\ncu bra\u015foavele lui. Nu, nu reu\u015fisem s\u0103 ne
\nl\u0103murim \u00een febra plec\u0103rii la armat\u0103, ea ar fi
\nvrut s\u0103 o iau de nevast\u0103 a\u015fa \u00eentr-o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103,
\ns\u0103 facem acte, mi-a zis c\u0103 avem timp s\u0103 facem
\n\u015fi un copil, p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorceam deja l-a\u015f fi
\nputut str\u00e2nge \u00een bra\u0163e…
\n– \u015ei nu puteai s\u0103-mi fi spus asta, chiar era
\nceva frumos!
\n– Pe naiba frumos, eu \u00eencepusem s\u0103 bat la
\ntobe cu \u0103ia de la Timi\u015foara, dac\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eensuram
\na\u015f fi r\u0103mas s\u0103 c\u00e2nt pe la nun\u0163i din F\u0103r\u0103u \u015fi din
\n\u00eemprejurimi, \u00eemi trebuia mie atunci femeie cu
\nprunc?, dar nici nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa inima s\u0103 renun\u0163 la
\nea…
\n– Ai pl\u0103tit cu via\u0163a, Tobo\u015farule, ai str\u00e2ns
\nat\u00e2ta \u00een tine c\u0103 nu se putea altfel \u00een nenorocita
\naia de permisie, era pe via\u0163\u0103 sau pe moarte!
\nMai bine scriai, era ori, ori!…
\n– Da, cam a\u015fa a fost, Daniele, dar eu am
\ntr\u0103it m\u0103car \u00een ziua aia, am fost viu, c\u00e2nd mam
\nluat de g\u00e2t cu to\u0163i pentru ea, tu erai deja
\nmort de pe atunci, le-ai spus femeilor at\u00e2tea
\nvorbe \u015fi n-a r\u0103mas una l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine! Una n-a
\nr\u0103mas! Nu pe \u00eentreg, nu cu sufletul \u015fi s\u00e2ngele
\nei, nu s\u0103-\u021bi curg\u0103 \u021bie prin vene, tu le \u00eendep\u0103rtai
\ncu potopul \u0103la de cuvinte, ridicai o barier\u0103
\ndincolo de care te sim\u0163eai confortabil \u015fi
\niubitele te l\u0103sau \u00een plata ta. Spune-mi, mai \u015ftii
\ncum o chema pe asistenta din Sibiu?, marea ta
\ndragoste din vremea aceea a milit\u0103riei prin
\nmun\u0163ii Retezat, \u015fi nu m\u0103 min\u0163i, cu mine nu
\n\u0163ine s\u0103 m\u0103 faci din vorbe, eu \u015ftiu deja, ai uitat
\n\u015fi cum o chema, \u015fi a\u0163i schimbat \u00eentre voi
\nat\u00e2tea scrisorele, era prim\u0103var\u0103, ea mai punea
\n\u015fi ghiocei presa\u0163i \u00eentre file, ai p\u0103strat unul ca
\nla ierbarul din clasa a 4-a, dar numele fetei lai
\nuitat!
\n– De ce s\u0103 te mint, Feri din F\u0103r\u0103u, \u00eemi
\npl\u0103cea s\u0103-\u0163i zic a\u015fa, avea o muzicalitate
\nciudat\u0103, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam, m\u0103, cum ar veni Feri
\ndin F\u0103-bun… Ok, nu mai \u015ftiu cum o alintam
\nc\u00e2nd ne plimbam \u015fi ne s\u0103rutam pe la Arini,
\nc\u00e2nd \u00ee\u015fi strecura m\u00e2na fierbinte \u015fi delicat\u0103 \u00een
\npalma mea de-mi str\u00e2ngea sufletul, parc\u0103 mi
\nse f\u0103cea inima o bobi\u021b\u0103 tescuit\u0103 de strugure,
\ndin care picura un strop de licoare \u00eemb\u0103t\u0103toare
\nde sim\u021buri. C\u0103 a\u0219a am tot sim\u021bit iubirea, mereu
\n\u00eendr\u0103gostit, p\u00e2n\u0103 mi s-a uscat inima \u0219i n-a mai
\ncurs din ea pic\u0103tur\u0103, s\u0103 o \u021bii pe lama
\ncu\u021bitului… Glumeam, r\u00e2deam de ea, o
\ntachinam – Doamne, ce asistent\u0103 o s\u0103 fii tu, cu
\nfrumuse\u021bea ta orbitoare, cu trupul t\u0103u ce se
\nfr\u00e2nge precum o trestie \u00een b\u0103taia v\u00e2ntului,
\nc\u00e2nd o s\u0103 le iei tensiunea \u0103lora pe la paturi, o
\ns\u0103 \u00eei bagi \u00een febr\u0103, \u00eei \u00eemboln\u0103ve\u0219ti de dulcile
\nfriguri ale amorului! Vei trece prin salon cu
\ngra\u021bia ta de regin\u0103, dar bie\u021bii pacien\u021bi vor sim\u021bi
\n\u00een carnea \u0219i s\u00e2ngele lor arsura Carelor de foc –
\nChariots of Fire-, din care \u00een vremi str\u0103vechi
\ndescindeau Zeii, \u00eenconjura\u021bi de nouri de fum,
\nfoc, lumini de lasere…
\n\u015ei aruncam monede \u00een arteziana de l\u00e2ng\u0103
\ncinematograful \u0103la micu\u0163, discret, cochet, cu
\nspectatori r\u0103zle\u021bi, unde o duceam la filme de
\nart\u0103, cu un ochi la ecran \u015fi cu unul fixat de
\nchipul ei, cred c\u0103 priveam cruci\u0219, ce minuni
\nnu face iubirea, de ce pozne nu e \u00een stare? \u0218i
\nne giugiuleam \u0219i ne dr\u0103g\u0103leam de fierbeam
\nf\u0103r\u0103 ap\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 aer, f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte? \u015ei reveneam
\nde fiecare dat\u0103 la arteziana aceea, \u00eei
\nmurmuram p\u0103unescienele iubita mea eram
\ntr\u0103pa\u0219ii aprigi, ce f\u0103r\u0103 spor fugeau pe c\u0103i
\nopuse, c\u00e2nd te iubeam p\u0103m\u00e2ntul mi\u0219ca africi
\n\u0219i allende \u00eemi flutura pe buze, f\u00e2nt\u00e2na era
\nornat\u0103 cu ni\u0219te c\u0103lu\u021bi de carusel, le \u021b\u00e2\u0219nea apa
\npe n\u0103ri, bezmetici, buimaci, \u0219i \u00eei spuneam c\u0103
\npentru noi e Fontana di Trevi, c\u0103 drumurile
\nnoastre se vor \u00eent\u00e2lni mereu acolo, \u015fi c\u0103 sigur
\nmonedele alea magice ne vor \u00eemplini dorin\u0163a
\nde a fi \u00eempreun\u0103, c\u0103 mi-o fac mireas\u0103 dup\u0103
\narmat\u0103… \u0218i, \u00een secret, oftam dup\u0103 b\u0103nu\u0163ii \u0103ia,
\nc\u0103 erau fise de telefon, s\u0103-i sun pe ai mei s\u0103mi
\nmai trimit\u0103 \u0163ig\u0103ri \u015fi pachet. Culmea ironiei,
\nc\u0103 ne plimbam \u015fi pe Podul Mincino\u015filor c\u00e2nd
\n\u00eei repetam promisiunile astea, c\u0103 o duc
\nmireas\u0103 la altar, m\u0103 mir cum nu -mi cre\u015ftea
\nnasul ca lui Pinochio, oricum \u00eel am cam lung!
\nDar \u0219tii care-i culmea culmilor?…
\n– \u0218tiu, Daniel, dar spune-o tu \u015fi f\u0103-o mai
\nrepede, nu te mai \u00eenv\u00e2rti at\u00e2t \u00een jurul cozii tale
\n\u00een melanj de ironie cu duio\u015fie, marc\u0103
\n\u00eenregistrat\u0103, asta prinde la femei, dar pe mine
\nm\u0103 plictise\u015fte, spune-o clar, mai \u015ftii cum o
\nchema?
\n– P\u0103i, asta e de r\u00e2su’-pl\u00e2nsu’, \u00eei \u021bin minte
\nnumele de familie, c\u0103 era Manole \u015fi eu
\nbrodam c\u0103-mi place, e cu mitul zidirii,
\nsacrificiului femeii, alea alea, c\u0103 eu m-a\u015f
\ntencui pe mine \u015fi mi-a\u015f l\u0103sa iubita s\u0103 vin\u0103
\nuneori \u015fi s\u0103 dea cu degetul un pic de var, s\u0103
\n\u015ftiu c\u0103 nu m-a uitat, alea alea. \u015ei ea se
\n\u00eembufna, c\u0103 r\u00e2d colegii de ea, c\u0103-i zic –
\nManole, cap de fasole!, \u015fi eu o tachinam ca s\u0103
\no \u00eempac apoi, s\u0103 o pot s\u0103ruta \u015fi mai abitir, s\u0103-i
\nm\u00e2ng\u00e2i fa\u0163a aceea perfect\u0103, chiar avea ceva
\ndin alungirea boabei de fasole, ca \u00een picturile
\nlui Modigliani. Dar numele mic, prenumele, lam
\nuitat, nu-mi pot aminti alintul cu care
\n\u00eencepeam scrisorile de amor – drag\u0103 puncte,
\npuncte!? Prenumele pe care i-l repetam \u00een
\ntrans\u0103 pe aleile mai ferite, c\u00e2nd ne s\u0103rutam cu
\ndisperare, \u0219i \u00eel murmuram ca pe o izb\u0103vire
\ndup\u0103 ce ne iubeam \u00een c\u0103m\u0103ru\u021ba de c\u0103min unde
\nm\u0103 strecura \u00een weekend, adev\u0103rat zic – l-am
\nuitat! Mi-am tot promis c\u0103 m\u0103 duc odat\u0103 la
\n\u015ecoala sanitar\u0103 Sibiu, \u00eei duc o cafea secretarei
\n\u015fi o rog s\u0103 se uite \u00een arhive, \u00een cataloagele din
\nanul acela, sigur sunt \u015fi pozele cu promo\u0163iile,
\nc\u00e2te Manole s\u0103 fi fost! Dar ce e un nume,
\nprietene? pentru a aminti faimoasa replic\u0103 din
\nscena balconului, cu Julieta declam\u00e2ndu-i
\niubitului cu care va \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bi o noapte \u0219i o
\nmoarte – What’s in a name? that which we call
\na rose\/ By any other name would smell as
\nsweet?\u201d. \u0218i c\u00e2nd levitam purtat de m\u00e2na ei pe
\naleile din Arini nu \u0219tiam ce metafore s\u0103-i mai
\nanin de ochii aceia ce m\u0103 vr\u0103jeau cu uimire \u0219i
\nne\u00eencredere, parc\u0103 \u0219tia c\u0103 nu trebuie s\u0103 cread\u0103
\nun poet, pluteam \u0219i improvizam declara\u021bii
\nsiropoase cu bobocul meu de trandafir,
\niasomia inimii mele, iubirea mea de \u00eenceput
\nde lume, poate de aceea am uitat cum o
\nchema, de\u015fi i-am uitat \u015fi chipul\u2026
\n– Dar pe mine m\u0103 mai \u0163ii minte, mai \u015ftii
\ncum ar\u0103tam? De ce \u00eemi tot zici Jesus \u00een
\ndialogurile astea cu un mort, \u0163i-am povestit c\u0103
\nnoi eram greco-catolici \u00een p\u0103r\u0163ile alea,
\nboteza\u0163i la gr\u0103mad\u0103 din sate de \u0163igani
\nungure\u015fti, d-aia o tot bagi cu Jesus \u00een sus, \u00een
\njos, oricum nu mai \u00eenviu precum \u00cenv\u0103\u021b\u0103torul,
\nsublimul sinuciga\u0219, poate doar a\u015fa, prin
\npove\u015ftile tale…
\n– Poate \u015fi de asta, Tobo\u015farule, poate te re\u00eenviu,
\ndar \u015fi pentru c\u0103 semeni perfect cu
\nactorul din Isus din Nazaret, al lui Franco
\nZeffirelli, \u00eel chema Robert Powell, se auzise
\ndup\u0103 difuzarea serialului c\u0103 ar fi murit, ca un
\nfel de r\u0103zbunare la blasfemia de a-l fi jucat
\nat\u00e2t de credibil pe Isus, dar p\u0103rea doar un
\nzvon menit s\u0103 creasc\u0103 rating-ul, oricum nu lam
\nmai v\u0103zut prin alte filme. Erai copia lui,
\neu \u00eenc\u0103 din lunile alea \u00een mun\u0163i \u00eemi ziceam –
\nm\u0103, ce seam\u0103n\u0103 \u0103sta cu \u00cenv\u0103\u0163\u0103torul, m\u0103 uitam
\nla pozele f\u0103cute \u201ede adio”, \u00eenainte ca foarfecii
\narmatei s\u0103 ne lase chilugi. Aveai pletele ca ale
\nNefericitului, Ne\u00een\u0163elesului alungat cu pietre
\ndin satul lui \u015fi ridicat apoi pe cruci, de\u015fi El
\nvenise s\u0103 aduc\u0103 fericirea \u015fi \u00een\u0163elegerea \u015fi
\nbun\u0103tatea. Negre, u\u015for c\u00e2rlion\u0163ate, parc\u0103 date
\ncu untur\u0103, \u015fi de asta \u00ee\u015fi ziceam a\u015fa \u00een sinea
\nmea, \u00een ironia mea, nu doar tu tr\u0103geai cu
\nochiul prin geamantanele l\u0103sate deschise
\nl\u00e2ng\u0103 paturi la inspec\u0163ia de diminea\u0163\u0103. \u0162i-am
\nluat o poz\u0103 \u015fi vream s\u0103 fac o fars\u0103, s\u0103 i-o
\ntrimit unei gagici \u015fi s\u0103 spun c\u0103 \u0103la sunt eu, s\u0103
\nv\u0103d cum a\u015f cuceri-o cu chipul t\u0103u de \u00eenger
\nnegru, am vrut s\u0103 i-o fac chiar lu’ golanul \u0103la
\nde Gigi Boxeru, huiduma aia din Gala\u0163i, \u0103la
\ncare \u00ee\u0219i regizase moartea cu st\u00e2nca \u0163inut\u0103 pe
\npiept, se pref\u0103cea de am albit…
\n– Aveai \u015fi tu poze cu plete, dar se vedea
\ndeja \u00eenceputul de chelie, aveai unele cu
\nchitara la care n-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 c\u00e2n\u0163i, o
\n\u0163ii pe \u015fifonier, de ce nu o d\u0103ruie\u015fti cuiva?
\n– Acum e r\u00e2ndul t\u0103u s\u0103 fii r\u0103ut\u0103cios, \u015ftii c\u0103
\nnu am mo\u015ftenitori, cui s\u0103 o las, am vrut de
\ncur\u00e2nd s\u0103 o duc la cineva s\u0103 picteze ceva pe
\nea, ni\u015fte flori, ceva gen Flower Power, \u015fi s\u0103 o
\ndonez la loteria organizat\u0103 la balul de caritate
\nal Crucii Ro\u015fii. Dar \u00eenc\u0103 nu m\u0103 pot desp\u0103r\u0163i
\nde ea, \u015ftii, \u015fi-a trecut \u015fi el, copilul meu
\nnen\u0103scut, pierdut, nemurit, degetele lui lungi
\npeste corzi, c\u00e2nd mai venea prin camera
\nmea… P\u0103rea \u00eemp\u0103cat cu sine, z\u00e2mbea, a\u0219a a \u0219i
\nplecat \u00een lumea lui, de m\u0103 \u00eentreb de atunci
\ndac\u0103 noi nu privim r\u0103sturnat martirajul lui
\nIisus, nu \u021bi se pare mai cur\u00e2nd c\u0103 a fost o
\nsinucidere?! Asistat\u0103, anun\u021bat\u0103, asumat\u0103, toat\u0103
\nlumea \u0219tia ce se va \u00eent\u00e2mpla, \u00eensu\u0219i Tat\u0103l lui
\nceresc \u00eei destinase acest mesaj, ceea ce pare
\n\u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103tor, de\u0219i pe acolo mai sunt ta\u021bi cu
\nlama cu\u021bitului la g\u00e2tul mezinului, ca la
\nberbeci… \u00cemi vei spune c\u0103 sunt figuri de stil,
\npilde, \u0219i nu am putere s\u0103 te contrazic, doar at\u00e2t
\nnotific – Iisus e singurul zeu care se sinucide,
\ndin iubire pentru semeni, e cea mai
\ntulbur\u0103toare poveste de iubire din toate
\ntimpurile, \u00eei bate pe Romeo \u0219i Julieta la scor
\nde neprezentare…
\n(fragment din romanul \u00een manuscris – Cum l-am
\nucis pe Jesus!<\/em>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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