{"id":11346,"date":"2020-10-14T14:10:43","date_gmt":"2020-10-14T11:10:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11346"},"modified":"2020-10-15T13:04:27","modified_gmt":"2020-10-15T10:04:27","slug":"literadura-nr-14-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=11346","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 14 (6)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Marcel VI\u0218A<\/strong>
\n\"\"

S-a n\u0103scut \u00een ora\u0219ul Abrud pe data de 19.12.1983
\n2017 – a debutat cu volumul de poeme
\nDumnelike<\/strong>, la editura Cartea Rom\u00e2neasc\u0103.
\nPremiul pentru debut al filialei Alba-Hunedoara a
\nUniunii Scriitorilor din Rom\u00e2nia.<\/p>\n

Treja<\/strong><\/p>\n

St\u0103tea pe prispa casei, sprijinindu-\u0219i
\nm\u00e2inile zb\u00e2rcite \u00een toiagul noduros
\nme\u0219terit din lemn de alun. Razele
\nsoarelui \u00eei m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau obrazul uscat ca un
\npergament, acoperit par\u021bial cu baticul \u00eenflorat
\ncump\u0103rat din b\u00e2lci \u00eentr-o toamn\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtat\u0103.
\nBaticul de s\u0103rb\u0103toare pe care \u00eel purta \u00een zilele
\nde duminic\u0103, sau atunci c\u00e2nd mergea la
\ncump\u0103r\u0103turi \u00een satul vecin unde existau c\u00e2teva
\nmagazine s\u0103te\u0219ti, a\u0219a numitele \u201eBolte\u201d.
\n\u00cembr\u0103ca de ceva vreme acelea\u0219i haine
\nponosite, dar curate: o bluz\u0103 verde de l\u00e2n\u0103, iar
\npe deasupra un cojocel plin de petice. \u00cen
\npicioare purta galo\u0219i de gum\u0103, spar\u021bi \u00een
\npreajma c\u0103lc\u00e2ielor, plini de noroi din curtea
\n\u00eenc\u0103 jilav\u0103 dup\u0103 topirea z\u0103pezii.
\nA trecut \u00eenc\u0103 o iarn\u0103 teribil\u0103 \u00een care era
\nc\u00e2t pe ce s\u0103 dea ortul popii, iar acum se sim\u021bea
\nneputincioas\u0103 \u0219i singur\u0103. Tot ce avea era c\u0103su\u021ba
\ndin lemn de brad, \u00een care \u00ee\u0219i ducea zilele din ce
\n\u00een ce mai greu. Nefiind angajat\u0103 vreodat\u0103,
\ndeoarece poseda apuc\u0103turile unui copil, avea o
\npensie modest\u0103, un fel de ajutor de la stat \u00een
\nbaza c\u0103ruia supravie\u021buia cum-necum.
\nTr\u0103ind singur\u0103 din momentul \u00een care p\u0103rin\u021bii au
\nplecat la cele sfinte, nu avea copii. Unicul
\nsprijin i-a venit de-a lungul timpului de la
\nfratele ei, Grigore, care, c\u00e2t a tr\u0103it, o vizita \u00een
\nfiecare var\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei aducea c\u00e2te una-alta din cele
\ntrebuincioase. Fiind \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u0219i foarte bolnav,
\nmurise \u0219i el de c\u00e2\u021biva ani, iar cumnata Lidia
\najungea din ce \u00een ce mai rar pe la ea.
\nTreja, c\u0103ci astfel o porecliser\u0103 oamenii,
\noarecum \u00een batjocur\u0103, numele ei real fiind
\nTerezia, era cunoscut\u0103 gospodarilor din s\u0103tucul
\nde munte, ca fiind prima care afla ve\u0219tile. \u00cen
\nfiecare zi se plimba din cas\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 r\u0103sp\u00e2ndind
\n\u0219tirile noi, b\u00e2rfele satului. Cu toate astea,
\nlumea o simpatiza \u0219i o poftea la mas\u0103 atunci
\nc\u00e2nd familiile se a\u0219ezau s\u0103 ia pr\u00e2nzul, ba
\nuneori, v\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 e bine tratat\u0103, Treja \u00eent\u00e2rzia
\n\u00een mod inten\u021bionat \u00een preajma lor ca s\u0103 ia \u0219i cina
\ntot \u201e\u00een familie\u201d. \u00cen acest mod f\u0103cea economii
\nimportante, f\u0103r\u0103 de care nu s-ar fi descurcat.
\nOdat\u0103 cu trecerea anilor, se deplasa tot mai
\ngreu, casele fiind r\u0103sfirate, cum sunt peste tot
\n\u00een satele mo\u021be\u0219ti, astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eei lua jum\u0103tate de
\nzi s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la o vecin\u0103 mai apropiat\u0103, unde
\nst\u0103tea c\u00e2t st\u0103tea, nevoit\u0103 fiind s\u0103 plece mai
\ndevreme pentru a nu fi surprins\u0103 de \u00eentuneric
\npe c\u0103r\u0103rile \u00eentortocheate ce duceau la c\u0103su\u021ba
\nconstruit\u0103 de p\u0103rin\u021bi, \u00een timpul tinere\u021bii, pe un
\ndeal \u00eenconjurat de p\u0103duri de fag \u0219i alun. \u00cen
\nimediata vecin\u0103tate a casei se \u00eentindea o livad\u0103
\ncu pruni, peri \u0219i c\u00e2\u021biva cire\u0219i care rodeau
\ndevreme, iar copiii, lacomi cum \u00eei \u0219tim, veneau
\ns\u0103 fure fructele delicioase. \u00cen perioada coacerii
\nlor, Treja \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cea de lucru \u00een jurul casei, lumea
\nnu o mai vedea prin sat. St\u0103tea c\u00e2t e ziulica de
\nlung\u0103 la p\u00e2nd\u0103, iar atunci c\u00e2nd cineva se
\napropia de pomi, \u00eencepea s\u0103 profereze blesteme
\ncu o voce r\u0103gu\u0219it\u0103 \u0219i at\u00e2t de \u00eengrozitoare \u00eenc\u00e2t
\n\u00eel f\u0103cea pe \u201einamic\u201d s\u0103 bat\u0103 \u00een retragere.
\nAceasta era \u00eendeletnicirea de baz\u0103 a b\u0103tr\u00e2nei,
\n\u201eserviciul\u201d ei de var\u0103-toamn\u0103.
\n\u00cen perioada culesului, veneau fratele \u0219i
\ncumnata, adunau tot, iar ei nu-i l\u0103sau aproape
\nnimic, doar fructele care nu ar\u0103tau foarte bine,
\ncele \u201eb\u0103tucite\u201d \u00een c\u0103dere, cu risc de putrezire
\nprematur, doar pe acelea i le l\u0103sau \u00eentr-o
\nc\u0103mar\u0103 mic\u0103, de unde, Treja mai lua c\u00e2te unul,
\n\u00eel cur\u0103\u021ba de coaj\u0103 cu un cu\u021bitoi c\u00e2t toate zilele,
\ndeoarece din\u021bii nu o prea mai ajutau s\u0103
\nmestece, \u0219i astfel meniul ei de iarn\u0103 devenea un
\npic mai diversificat.
\nC\u00e2nd sim\u021bea c\u0103 se apropie frigul, Treja
\nse trezea tot mai devreme, pleca prin p\u0103duri s\u0103
\ncaute vreascuri. Legate piezi\u0219 cu o sfoar\u0103 le
\npurta \u00een c\u00e2rc\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 sub acoperi\u0219ul \u0219opronului,
\nunde le depozita, iar \u00een zilele ploioase \u0219i reci
\ncare urmau, le t\u0103ia cu un fier\u0103str\u0103u manual,
\n\u0219ubred \u0219i ruginit.
\nSe chinuia teribil, nevoit\u0103 fiind s\u0103 fac\u0103 singur\u0103
\ntoat\u0103 treaba aceasta demn\u0103 mai degrab\u0103 de un
\nb\u0103rbat zdrav\u0103n dec\u00e2t de o b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 g\u00e2rbovit\u0103
\nde timp. Trebuia s\u0103 munceasc\u0103 zilnic, astfel
\n\u00eenc\u00e2t, atunci c\u00e2nd primii fulgi \u00eenghe\u021ba\u021bi se
\nizbeau de geamuri, iar criv\u0103\u021bul spulbera pe sub
\nu\u0219\u0103 rafale de ger, ea s\u0103 poat\u0103 aprinde focul \u00een
\nmica sob\u0103 de font\u0103. Zilele de iarn\u0103 le petrecea
\nla geam, de veghe, ore \u00een \u0219ir, parc\u0103 ar fi a\u0219teptat
\npe cineva, \u00eens\u0103 nu \u00eei trecea nimeni pragul.
\nDin c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, o vulpe str\u0103b\u0103tea livada
\ndintr-un cap\u0103t \u00een altul \u00een c\u0103utarea vreunui
\n\u0219oarece care s\u0103-i potoleasc\u0103 foamea. De c\u00e2teva
\nori, ie\u0219ind diminea\u021ba devreme dup\u0103 ap\u0103
\nproasp\u0103t\u0103 la f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, Treja a v\u0103zut urme de
\nlupi, iar atunci au trecut-o fiori. \u00centr-o noapte i
\ns-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 \u00eel aude pe fratele ei mort cum o
\nstrig\u0103. S-a ridicat speriat\u0103 \u0219i a dat perdeaua la
\no parte. O n\u0103luc\u0103 \u00eei f\u0103cea semn s-o urmeze \u00een
\nviscolul de afar\u0103. Trosneau pere\u021bii de lemn ai
\ncasei, duduia acoperi\u0219ul ca o locomotiv\u0103 sub
\nasaltul v\u00e2ntului, iar ea, c\u0103zut\u0103 pe g\u00e2nduri, a
\nr\u0103mas de veghe p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021ba.
\nNop\u021bile erau grele \u0219i pline de \u0219oapte, dar zilele
\n\u00eei treceau mai u\u0219or, ascult\u00e2nd radioul vechi cu
\nbaterii. Nu o interesa \u00een mod deosebit vreo
\nemisiune, \u00eei pl\u0103cea faptul c\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd
\npornea aparatul, singur\u0103tatea era alungat\u0103.
\nPentru scurt timp sim\u021bea c\u0103 are pe cineva \u00een
\npreajm\u0103. Vocea cald\u0103 din difuzor o \u00eenv\u0103luia
\n\u00eentr-un mod pl\u0103cut, \u00eencepea s\u0103 picoteasc\u0103, iar
\n\u00een visele care urmau, p\u0103\u0219ea fericit\u0103 \u00een
\nprim\u0103veri de demult cu flori de cire\u0219 aduse de
\nadieri bl\u00e2nde la picioare.
\nC\u00e2nd se trezea era \u00eentuneric \u00een camera str\u00e2mt\u0103,
\nprin geamul orb al od\u0103ii p\u0103trundeau razele reci
\nale lunii care se \u00een\u0103l\u021ba peste v\u00e2rfurile ascu\u021bite
\nale brazilor. Se ridica gr\u0103bit\u0103 \u0219i amesteca cu un
\nc\u00e2rlig de fier j\u0103raticul ce d\u0103dea s\u0103 se sting\u0103.
\nMai punea \u00een sob\u0103 c\u00e2te un lemn, cu noduri, s\u0103
\n\u021bin\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021ba, iar apoi aprindea lampa cu
\npetrol. Regla cu grij\u0103 fe\u0219tila s\u0103 nu ard\u0103 prea
\ntare. Nu prea se mai se g\u0103sea petrol lampant.
\nDup\u0103 \u201eritualul\u201d acesta, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103lzea pu\u021bin\u0103
\nm\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 pe plita c\u0103ldu\u021b\u0103. M\u00e2nca cu poft\u0103,
\nstingea lumina apoi, \u0219i se l\u0103sa iar furat\u0103 de
\nsomn.
\nAstfel treceau zilele, dureros de identice, \u00een
\ndeplin\u0103 singur\u0103tate.
\nTrecuse iarna, prim\u0103vara binevoise a poposi
\n\u00eentr-un t\u00e2rziu \u0219i pe aceste meleaguri. \u00cen vale,
\nc\u0103tunul revenea la via\u021b\u0103, copiii m\u00e2nau vitele pe
\npaji\u0219tile verzi din care un abur c\u0103ldu\u021b se ridica
\nmolcom spre cerul de un albastru vioi.
\nGospodarii \u00ee\u0219i arau micile gr\u0103dini, toat\u0103
\nsuflarea revenea la via\u021b\u0103.
\nSerile erau \u00eenc\u0103 destul de reci, fumul ie\u0219ea gros
\npe co\u0219urile caselor, iar lini\u0219tea se a\u0219ternea de
\n\u00eendat\u0103 ce soarele apunea dup\u0103 dealuri. C\u00e2te un
\nc\u00e2ine mai tulbura cu l\u0103tratul lui pacea profund\u0103
\na c\u0103tunului, ecoul lui se izbea de dealuri
\nrepet\u00e2ndu-se tot mai stins prin v\u0103i.
\nGhioceii \u00eenfloriser\u0103, mirosul de frunze aprinse
\npersista deasupra satului, iar cerul \u00ee\u0219i \u00eentindea
\npeste sufletul b\u0103tr\u00e2nei culoarea, limpezindu-i
\ntemerile Departe erau lunile cu viscol \u0219i ger
\ncare o \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntaser\u0103, zilele cenu\u0219ii, nop\u021bile
\ncare veneau tot mai devreme.
\n\u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it va putea merge la magazinul din satul
\nvecin s\u0103-\u0219i cumpere p\u00e2ine.
\nAvea poft\u0103 de o sup\u0103 fierbinte de pui. Ideea c\u0103
\nse va hr\u0103ni bine \u0219i se va \u00eentrema, \u00eei umplea
\nsufletul de bucurie.
\nDar nu \u0219tia c\u0103-i ultima ei prim\u0103var\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103
\nsingura ei rud\u0103 mai apropiat\u0103, cumnata, va fi
\nunealta nefericirii ei.
\n\u00cen diminea\u021ba fatidic\u0103 s-a trezit cu noaptea \u00een
\ncap, ie\u0219ise dup\u0103 ap\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103 la f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, cu
\ng\u00e2ndul ca mai t\u00e2rziu dup\u0103 ce vine de la
\ncump\u0103r\u0103turi s\u0103 aib\u0103 \u00een ce s\u0103 fiarb\u0103 carnea
\ndelicioas\u0103 la care visase o iarn\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103. C\u00e2nd
\n\u0219i-a ridicat privirea \u00eens\u0103, a v\u0103zut-o pe c\u0103rare pe
\ncumnata ei, o femeie durdulie, elegant\u0103, cu
\np\u0103rul f\u0103cut \u201epermanent\u201d ca la ora\u0219, venind
\nvesel\u0103 spre ea, cu dou\u0103 plase pline. Treja a l\u0103sat
\njos g\u0103leata l\u00e2ng\u0103 f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a gr\u0103bit pasul \u00een
\n\u00eent\u00e2mpinarea singurei rude care o mai vizita. Sau
\n\u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at vesele, apoi au \u00eentrat \u00een curtea \u00een
\ncare mai d\u0103inuiau prin col\u021buri umbroase,
\ngr\u0103mezi de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103, cu sloiuri \u00eenfipte
\n\u00een ele.
\n-A fost o iarn\u0103 grea, draga mea, nu am putut s\u0103
\najung la tine, \u0219tii c\u0103 sunt \u0219i eu bolnav\u0103, iar
\ndrumul p\u00e2n\u0103 aici m\u0103 ucide nu alta\u2026
\n-No, nu-i nimnic, spuse Treja, m-am descurcat
\ncum am putut \u0219\u00ee io. Am mai avut m\u0103lai d\u00eentr-acela
\nde care mni-ai adus ast\u0103 tomn\u0103 \u0219i am mai
\nprimit ni\u0219te cartofi de la vecina d\u00een deal.
\nCumva mi-or ajuns p\u00e2n\u0103 acu\u0219. \u0218-a\u0219a m\u0103
\ng\u00e2ndeam s\u0103 m\u0103 duc m\u00e2ine la Ro\u0219a (Ro\u0219ia
\nMontan\u0103) s\u0103-mi fac cump\u0103r\u0103turi, c\u0103 nu mai am
\nde nici de unele. Mi s-or terminat \u0219i \u201ecribitele\u201d,
\nam avut noroc c\u0103 am g\u0103s\u00eet \u00een \u0219opron o cuti\u0103
\nuitat\u0103 d\u00een tomn\u0103 de c\u00e2nd am aprins gr\u0103mezile
\nde frunze sub p\u0103rul b\u0103tr\u00e2n.
\n-Of, draga mea, uite cum st\u0103 treaba, nu mai e
\nnevoie s\u0103 mergi nic\u0103ieri, m-am sf\u0103tuit \u0219i cu
\nni\u0219te vecine \u0219i am luat o decizie, cred c\u0103 a\u0219a
\neste cel mai bine pentru tine\u2026
\n-Ce decizie, \u00eentreb\u0103 ea av\u00e2nd un sentiment de
\nteam\u0103?
\n-M-am g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 ar fi mai bine pentru tine s\u0103 te
\nintern\u0103m la un azil, acolo oamenii vor avea
\ngrij\u0103 de tine \u0219i nu vei duce lips\u0103 de nimic. Mie
\ntot mai greu s\u0103 ajung p\u00e2n\u0103 aici\u2026
\nTreja r\u0103mase cu privirea \u00een gol, ridurile frun\u021bii
\ndeveneau tot mai proeminente, iar col\u021burile
\nochilor ei semi opaci, de un albastru sp\u0103l\u0103cit,
\nsc\u0103par\u0103 dou\u0103 lacrimi mari c\u00e2t boabele de rou\u0103
\nprin care \u00ee\u0219i sp\u0103la picioarele \u00een copil\u0103ria uitat\u0103.
\n\u00cen sinea ei spera uneori c\u0103 o va lua cumnata la
\nAlba Iulia, unde avea un apartament, ar fi stat
\n\u00eempreun\u0103 \u0219i ar fi avut grij\u0103 una de alta, nu s-a
\ng\u00e2ndit niciodat\u0103 c\u0103 un azil va fi deznod\u0103m\u00e2ntul
\npove\u0219tii ei de via\u021b\u0103, finalul …
\nAlba Iulia, visa uneori acest ora\u0219 imens dup\u0103
\nspusele fratelui ei care \u00eei povestea uneori cum
\nstr\u0103zile lui mi\u0219un\u0103 de oameni \u0219i ma\u0219ini, cu
\nblocuri \u00eenalte p\u00e2n\u0103 la cer, cu magazine la scar\u0103,
\nun loc al bel\u0219ugului. Se vedea uneori
\nplimb\u00e2ndu-se pe str\u0103zile lui, pierz\u00e2ndu-se \u00een
\nmul\u021bimea de oameni. Chiar dac\u0103 era un om al
\nsingur\u0103t\u0103\u021bii, ideea de a evada c\u00e2ndva din
\nmonotonia locului acesta lipsit de noroc o
\n\u00eenc\u00e2nta, dar iat\u0103 cum situa\u021bia nu-i era nici de
\ndata aceasta favorabil\u0103.
\n-D-api nu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 z\u00eec, las\u0103 c\u0103 m-oi descurca
\ncum pot\u2026
\n-Dar oamenii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 b\u00e2rfeasc\u0103 cum c\u0103 te
\nlas singur\u0103 aici \u0219i mori de foame\u2026
\n-Eh, cum n-am murit p\u00e2n\u0103 acu\u0219 nu mor nici de
\nacu\u2019 \u00eenainte, las\u0103-i s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103.
\n-Nu pot, e vorba c\u0103 ne facem de r\u00e2s.
\n-Draga mea, eu a\u0219a\u2019s \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat\u0103 s\u0103 stau aici, \u00eei
\nlumea mea, nu \u0219tiu alt fel de a tr\u0103i\u2026
\n-N-avem \u00eencotro, am decis deja, s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi
\npreg\u0103te\u0219ti bagajele c\u0103ci m\u00e2ine plec\u0103m\u2026 Am
\nvorbit cu cineva s\u0103 ne duc\u0103 cu ma\u0219ina p\u00e2n\u0103 la
\nAbrud, la ora\u0219… Te voi vizita din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd.
\nAcolo mi-e mai la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103.
\nNu a mai avut niciun cuv\u00e2nt de spus, v\u0103z\u00e2nd
\ncum stau lucrurile nu a insistat, a \u00eenceput,
\nsp\u0103\u0219it\u0103, s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i adune lucrurile \u00eentr-o boccelu\u021b\u0103,
\n\u0219i-a petrecut restul zilei \u00een t\u0103cere, r\u0103spunz\u00e2nd
\ndin c\u00e2nd, \u00een sil\u0103, \u00eentreb\u0103rilor cumnatei.
\nSpre sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd doamna de la ora\u0219 adormise,
\nTreja se ridic\u0103 \u00eencet din pat \u0219i ie\u0219i \u00een curte, se
\na\u0219ez\u0103 pe banca de sub un paltin uria\u0219, mai
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2n dec\u00e2t ea, \u00ee\u0219i puse apoi capul \u00een palme. A
\nstat o vreme a\u0219a f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic, apoi,
\n\u00eencepu s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00eenceti\u0219or. O greutate uria\u0219\u0103 \u00eei
\nap\u0103sa pieptul.
\nV\u00e2ntul rece al prim\u0103verii timpurii aduna frunze
\nla picioarele ei, \u00eei r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ea p\u0103rul albit de ani \u0219i
\ngreut\u0103\u021bi. Luna, de-un galben bolnav, se ridicase
\npe cerul palid al nop\u021bii \u0219i tremura \u00een p\u00e2r\u00e2ul ce
\nstr\u0103b\u0103tea cap\u0103tul livezii. Undeva, \u00een preajma
\napei, un lup t\u00e2n\u0103r se a\u0219ezase cu botul pe labe
\nprivind-o pe aceast\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103 g\u00e2rbovit\u0103 de triste\u021be
\ncare scruta orizontul \u00eentr-o mu\u021benie total\u0103. Un
\nlup t\u00e2n\u0103r \u0219i liber cum a fost \u0219i ea c\u00e2ndva,
\ndemult.
\nNoaptea trecu greu, iar diminea\u021ba o surprinse
\npe Treja tot acolo \u00een curtea str\u0103juit\u0103 de paltini
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2ni, cu capul \u00een palme, a\u021bipit\u0103, \u00eenfrigurat\u0103,
\ntremur\u00e2nd \u00een vis ca o s\u0103lb\u0103ticiune h\u0103ituit\u0103.
\nTrezirea \u00eei fuse mai dureroas\u0103 dec\u00e2t toate
\ngreut\u0103\u021bile prin care trecuse \u00een via\u021b\u0103, la un loc.
\n\u00ce\u0219i d\u0103du seama c\u0103 toate acestea n-au fost
\nco\u0219mar ci crunta realitate, fapt confirmat
\nimediat de trezirea cumnatei care o striga din
\nhol s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u00een\u0103untru c\u0103 e t\u00e2rziu, trebuie s\u0103
\nplece.
\nTreja, supus\u0103, intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103, \u00eembucar\u0103 ceva,
\ncumnata cu poft\u0103, ea abia ating\u00e2ndu-se de
\nbucatele preg\u0103tite \u00eentr-o farfurie de plastic.
\n\u00cenghi\u021bea cu noduri.
\nBagajele erau preg\u0103tite pe coridor, le a\u0219teptau,
\nastfel \u00eenc\u00e2t, de \u00eendat\u0103 ce masa fuse str\u00e2ns\u0103, au
\nfost scoase \u00een curte, iar Treja \u00eenv\u00e2rti cheia \u00een
\nbroasc\u0103, o ascunse \u00eentr-un loc din \u0219opron \u0219tiut
\ndoar de ele.
\nSpera s\u0103 revin\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd, s\u0103 o reg\u0103seasc\u0103
\nacolo, s\u0103 deschid\u0103 iar u\u0219a care se \u00eenchisese greu
\n\u00een urma ei, s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219easc\u0103 \u00een c\u0103su\u021ba drag\u0103, s\u0103
\nmoar\u0103 \u00een lini\u0219te \u00eentre patru pere\u021bi familiari de
\ncare at\u00e2rnau icoanele \u0219i ceasul vechi, s\u0103 asculte
\nradioul, s\u0103 simt\u0103 cum via\u021ba trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea ca
\nun \u0219arpe de aer, bruiat de interferen\u021be, i se
\nascunde \u00een s\u00e2n \u0219i o \u00eenghea\u021b\u0103 cu s\u00e2ngele ei rece.
\nAu trecut de atunci c\u00e2teva luni, iar Treja
\nmurise. \u00cen azilul or\u0103\u0219elului minier, printre
\nasistente ostile \u0219i colegi de camer\u0103 nebuni sau
\nsenili, interna\u021bi cu to\u021bii de-a valma, \u00eengr\u0103m\u0103di\u021bi
\n\u00een camere insalubre cu pere\u021bi murdari, g\u00e2ndaci
\nmi\u0219un\u00e2nd, t\u00e2r\u00e2ndu-se pe sub noptiere de fier cu
\nvopseaua decojit\u0103, prin farfuriile cu m\u00e2ncare
\nf\u0103r\u0103 gust, mirosind oribil. Unii o b\u0103teau, al\u021bii \u00eei
\nfurau p\u00e2inea, to\u021bi zbierau la ea, \u00een special
\nasistentele care o jigneau \u00een mod repetat.
\n-Nu mai mori mamaie, luate-ar dracu,
\n\u00eei ziceau \u0219i o tr\u00e2nteau din calea lor, atunci c\u00e2nd
\nie\u0219ea pe holurile largi ale cl\u0103dirii vechi,
\ncomuniste, sau \u00een curtea str\u00e2mt\u0103 ca de
\n\u00eenchisoare, unde c\u00e2te o raz\u0103 de soare \u00eei lumina
\npentru c\u00e2teva clipe chipul.
\nMurise \u00eentr-o noapte agitat\u0103 de octombrie, cu
\nploaie \u0219i v\u00e2nt puternic zg\u00e2l\u021b\u00e2ind ferestrele
\nsalonului. Au g\u0103sit-o \u00een pat, dormind parc\u0103,
\nat\u00e2t de lini\u0219tit \u00eei era chipul, doar ochii
\n\u00eentredeschi\u0219i fixau un loc din tavan prin care
\napa se infiltrase, desen\u00e2nd o pereche de aripi.
\nLa munte venise toamna, cheia ruginise
\n\u00een \u0219opron sub pic\u0103turile ploii care trecea prin
\nacoperi\u0219ul \u0219ubred. Nimeni nu deschisese u\u0219ile
\ncasei de c\u00e2nd plecase de acolo.
\nNimeni nu mai aduna ciuperci sau vreascuri
\nprin p\u0103duri, iar fructele putrezeau, c\u0103zute la
\np\u0103m\u00e2nt.
\n\u00cen scurt timp sosi \u0219i iarna cu viscolul ei
\nn\u0103prasnic. \u0218uiera v\u00e2ntul prin podul casei
\np\u0103r\u0103site, de parc\u0103 o legiune de spirite b\u00e2ntuiau
\nlocul. Cei care treceau prin preajm\u0103 \u00een drum
\nspre c\u0103tunul din vale, au \u00eenceput s\u0103
\npovesteasc\u0103 cum vedeau la geam, uneori,
\nchipul b\u0103tr\u00e2nei ascuns dup\u0103 perdelele. Sim\u021beau
\nfiori reci \u0219i gr\u0103beau pasul spre cas\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nIlona P\u00c2RVAN<\/strong><\/p>\n

ROGVAIV<\/strong><\/p>\n

Afar\u0103 plou\u0103 cu ro\u0219u,
\nIar \u00een cas\u0103 cu galben din tavan.
\nFrunze verzi \u0219i fotolii negre.
\nAfar\u0103 tun\u0103 greu \u0219i rece,
\n\u00cen cas\u0103 arde un foc gri,
\nIar eu…
\nEu sunt bleu \u0219i violet \u00een acela\u0219i timp.
\nAfar\u0103 e el, iar eu…
\nEu sunt \u00een\u0103untru.
\nSunt gri, orice a\u0219 crede sunt \u00eenc\u0103 gri,
\nEl e singur, iar eu t\u00e2njesc dup\u0103 ro\u0219ul de afar\u0103,
\nDup\u0103 frunze verzi \u0219i tunete reci.
\nM\u0103 sufoc \u00een galben,
\nCer\u0219esc ro\u0219u \u0219i verde \u0219i urlu
\nat\u00e2t de tare dup\u0103 el,
\n\u00cenc\u00e2t m\u0103 fac neagr\u0103.
\nVioletul dispare \u0219i bleu-ul dispare,
\nROGVAIV devine doar un ideal, o
\ninven\u021bie din viitor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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