{"id":13428,"date":"2021-02-04T13:44:23","date_gmt":"2021-02-04T10:44:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13428"},"modified":"2021-02-04T13:44:23","modified_gmt":"2021-02-04T10:44:23","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-62-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13428","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 62 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mihaela AIONESEI<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Tu<\/strong><\/p>\n

…E\u0219ti cea mai sublim\u0103 smintire
\nde la Adam \u0219i Eva \u00eencoace.
\nE\u0219ti c\u00e2nd \u0219arpele,
\nc\u00e2nd m\u0103rul
\ncare nu m\u0103 mai \u00eencape.<\/p>\n

Cu din\u021bii a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 mu\u0219c
\ndin patima c\u0103rnoas\u0103
\ncu bra\u021bele s\u0103 te cuprind
\na\u0219 vrea
\n\u0219i-a\u0219a uita\u021bi
\nde lume \u0219i de moarte
\ns\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cim
\ngust\u00e2nd \u0219i mierea
\n\u0219i de\u0219ert\u0103ciunea
\ncrescute
\n\u00een a\u0219teptarea de sub cas\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u0219i-n noaptea c\u00e2nd va fi
\ndezlegat blestemul
\ns\u0103 ne desprindem bl\u00e2nd
\nca voalul de mireas\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nNumele t\u0103u…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-e dor\u2026
\n\u0218i r\u00e2d de mine.
\nr\u00e2d de moartea
\n\u00eencol\u0103cit\u0103
\nca un \u0219arpe
\n\u00een somnul meu
\n\u00een taina mea.<\/p>\n

Numai acolo
\numbra m\u00e2inilor tale
\ncontureaz\u0103
\npustiul din carne.<\/p>\n

Numai \u00een lumina crud\u0103
\na boabelor de rou\u0103
\n\u00eencol\u021be\u0219te ca un fir
\nde ieder\u0103 nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n


\nS\u0103 pl\u00e2ngem<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 pl\u00e2ngem \u00een noi
\ns\u0103 pl\u00e2ngem.
\nBobul de sare adunat
\nsub pleoap\u0103
\neste o treapt\u0103 c\u0103tre Dumnezeu
\ninima \u2013 o arc\u0103
\nnumai bun\u0103
\nde luat forma cerului.
\nCu ea vom naviga
\nca \u00eentr-un sublim delir
\nspre via\u021b\u0103 sau moarte.
\nLa ie\u0219irea din temni\u021ba
\npropriei fiin\u021be
\nafla-vom cine am fost
\nori cine suntem.<\/p>\n

S\u0103 pl\u00e2ngem.
\nS\u0103 pl\u00e2ngem \u00een noi ca \u0219i cum
\nne-am l\u0103sa sp\u0103la\u021bi de aprige ploi.<\/p>\n


\nSubstituire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doar o nelini\u0219te mai puternic\u0103
\ndec\u00e2t n\u0103lucirile din jur ard
\nz\u0103rile albe, z\u0103rile negre.<\/p>\n

Doar o \u00eenfr\u00e2ngere destram\u0103
\n\u00eencet giulgiul iubirii
\nfructul ei cade \u00eenainte de vreme
\nprecum s\u00e2mburele secat de vlag\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doar greierii nebuni
\nmai caut\u0103 balade
\nascunse \u00een toamnele de ieri.<\/p>\n

Tu pleci t\u0103cut s\u0103-\u021bi tai copacii
\ncare zadarnic au f\u0103cut umbr\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntului
\n\u00een timp ce \u021bi-ai plantat \u00een suflet alt om.<\/p>\n


\nS\u0103 fim…<\/strong><\/p>\n

S\u0103 limpezim zorii n\u0103lucirilor noastre
\namestec\u00e2nd v\u00e2rtos \u00een oceanul patimilor.<\/p>\n

\u00cen subteranele lui se descompun
\nbl\u00e2nde\u021bile fiin\u021bei \u0219i ging\u0103\u0219iile ei
\nnem\u0103surate de vreun ochi de om,<\/p>\n

\u00een fierbin\u021beala c\u0103rnii stau bolile
\nca ni\u0219te muguri funebri
\nca ni\u0219te boabe de sudoare
\nalunec\u00e2nd \u00een r\u0103ni.<\/p>\n

Dinspre speran\u021be \u00eens\u00e2ngerate
\ntriste\u021bi obosite de drumuri lungi
\n\u0219i anotimpuri \u00eenfrigurate
\nse ridic\u0103 cea\u021ba t\u0103m\u0103duitoarei lumini.<\/p>\n

Dinspre Dumnezeu vin cocorii
\nprim\u0103verii ve\u0219nice
\n\u0219i mirul tainicei de\u0219tept\u0103ri.<\/p>\n

s\u0103 fim pocale iert\u0103rii
\npicioare, m\u00e2ini pentru infirmi s\u0103 fim
\n\u00eenfometa\u021bi ca ni\u0219te copii orfani
\ns\u0103 fim al iubirii imn.<\/p>\n


\nDe-at\u00e2\u021bia ani…<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cerul dezl\u0103n\u021buie rugile \u0219optite
\nde c\u00e2\u021biva greieri n\u0103uci
\neu printre ei \u00een genunchi
\nchem prim\u0103verile
\ns\u0103 dea deoparte z\u0103pezile
\nsub care un prunc se \u00eeneac\u0103 de pl\u00e2ns
\nde-at\u00e2\u021bia ani
\nde-at\u00e2\u021bia ani a\u0219tept
\ns\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple ceva
\ns\u0103-mi ia de pe suflet gheara
\ncare-mi pi\u0219c\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103 strunele,<\/p>\n

se face sear\u0103 \u00een lume
\n\u00een mine
\nard lacrimile copiilor r\u0103ma\u0219i orfani.<\/p>\n


\n Costel SUDITU<\/strong><\/p>\n

POEME<\/strong> <\/p>\n

iubirea \u0219i-ntr-un bordei \u0219i atins
\nde cea mai rea boal\u0103 te face
\n\u0219i \u00eemp\u0103rat \u0219i rege
\nea conteaz\u0103 pe creditul acordat
\nmor\u021bii c\u00eend totul pare c\u0103 merge perfect
\npu\u021bini au iubit iubesc cu adev\u0103rat
\nr\u0103m\u00eene iubirea lui Dumnezeu pentru unii
\npentru ceilal\u021bi \u00eencerc\u0103rile continu\u0103
\np\u00een\u0103 c\u00eend expresia te iubesc va reda
\nconvingerea nu doar confortul interior<\/p>\n

***
\nnu te ridica statornicia mor\u021bii r\u0103sun\u0103 destul de constant
\nst\u0103p\u00eeni pe cercurile noastre de foc ne
\nc\u00eent\u0103 varza de bruxelles can\u021bonete
\npe apa zincat\u0103 a nop\u021bii
\ns\u0103 accept\u0103m c\u0103ma\u0219a larg\u0103 a fricii
\nne-am refugiat \u00eentr-o gur\u0103 de fum repet\u0103m
\nevadarea simul\u0103m escaladarea nasturilor seci
\nde pe tunica apusului
\nsiguri pe noi pe s\u00eengele nostru m\u00eenc\u0103m
\nviitor pe p\u00eeine bem din p\u0103l\u0103rii r\u0103sf\u0103\u021bate
\nve\u0219nicie luat\u0103 pe gratis din talciocuri
\ntoate s-au dovedit fecundate c\u00eend ploua
\n\u00eenmugureau cu acorduri minore de contrabas
\napoi cu un sughi\u021b c\u00eet un anotimp pur
\n\u0219i simplu \u00eenfloreau
\n\u00eent\u00eemplarea nu-i dec\u00eet
\no amintire dezorientat\u0103 \u00een c\u0103utarea unei frun\u021bi de care dispunem \u0219i noi
\ns\u0103 nu recunoa\u0219tem s\u0103 ne
\nmai oboseasc\u0103 incertitudinea
\np\u00een\u0103 c\u00eend vom fi preg\u0103ti\u021bi
\ns\u0103-i l\u0103s\u0103m s\u0103 ne judece
\ncum bem vinul sau cum soarbem supa din lingur\u0103
\npas\u0103rea asta tunat\u0103 nu zboar\u0103 departe
\ncronc\u0103ne prea mult \u0219i d\u0103 \u00een gol din arip\u0103
\ns\u0103-i l\u0103s\u0103m s\u0103-\u0219i dea coate noi iubim
\nfiecare pe cel\u0103lalt \u00eel ador\u0103m nu ne pas\u0103
\nde piciorul paharului ce unghi are lingura
\nar fi nimerit \u00eens\u0103
\npentru o impresie satisf\u0103c\u0103toare \u00eenspre bun\u0103
\ns\u0103 cerem fripturi \u0219i c\u00eete-o branul\u0103
\ns\u0103 vedem ce mai au de zis apoi
\ns\u0103 ne culc\u0103m urgent fiindc\u0103 timpul
\nzboar\u0103 nesim\u021bit \u00een p\u0103s\u0103ri de cear\u0103
\npe alt continent<\/p>\n


\nOana Mihaela SAVIN<\/strong>
\n\"\"

Cl\u0103titele<\/strong>
\n (continuare din nr. trecut al revistei)<\/em><\/p>\n

X X<\/strong><\/p>\n

\tNiciodat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la aceast\u0103 vacan\u021b\u0103 Gina n-a reu\u0219it s\u0103 creioneze \u00een minte mai mult dec\u00e2t primul capitol. Acela al \u00eent\u00e2lnirii LOR; a fetei frumoase, cu rochie ro\u0219ie, mulat\u0103, \u0219i a b\u0103rbatului cu maxilare de o\u021bel \u0219i pielea de culoarea ciocolatei belgiene. \u00cens\u0103 a fost OK pentru o vreme, fiindc\u0103 cele c\u00e2teva minute de visare pe s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, cu ochii deschi\u0219i, au \u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u021bit acest prim segment al romanului ei \u00eentr-un mod excep\u021bional. Sim\u021bea acum c\u0103 va fi cel mai bun capitol din carte. Dar \u00eenc\u0103 nu scrisese finalul. \u00cen aceste dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni petrecute \u00een Prinos trebuia s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple. FINALUL! Era foarte important s\u0103 \u00eencheie romanul aici, \u0219i acum, ca mai apoi s\u0103 \u00eel poat\u0103 rescrie \u00een minte, iar\u0103\u0219i \u0219i iar\u0103\u0219i, juc\u00e2ndu-se de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103 cu personajele \u0219i cu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rile, \u00een scurtele clipe de r\u0103gaz din weekenduri sau \u00een eventualele vacan\u021be viitoare. Poate din nou \u00een Thassos, de ce nu?… Pe urmele lui Juan \u0219i ale fetei frumoase, c\u0103reia nu-i \u0219tia \u00eenc\u0103 numele. C\u0103ci ac\u021biunea se mutase aici, \u00een Skala Prinos \u0219i continua \u00een Panagia, s\u0103tucul de poveste, aflat \u00eentre mun\u021bi: \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 veche, \u00eenalt\u0103, aproape de cele patru f\u00e2nt\u00e2ni, cu o teras\u0103 imens\u0103, acoperit\u0103 de flori de bougainvillea. Dac\u0103 totul mergea conform planurilor \u0219i Bogdan accepta c\u0103l\u0103toria la Golden Beach, m\u00e2ine \u00ee\u0219i va invita \u0219i cele dou\u0103 personaje s\u0103 descopere \u00eempreun\u0103 cea mai frumoas\u0103 plaj\u0103 de pe insul\u0103. Le preg\u0103tise, oarecum, o surpriz\u0103… Juan va \u00een\u021belege, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, c\u0103… Mai bine nu… Povestea \u0219i-o va spune doar diminea\u021ba, \u00een lunga plimbare de-a lungul f\u00e2\u0219iei de nisip auriu… Iar dac\u0103 fiu-s\u0103u nu va vrea s\u0103 vin\u0103 \u0219i va \u00eencerca s\u0103-i strice \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103 cheful, o s\u0103-l pedepseasc\u0103 cum se cuvine, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-l pe b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u s\u0103 hot\u0103rasc\u0103 dac\u0103 \u00eei mai d\u0103 bani pentru universitate sau \u00eel trimite la lucru. Ast\u0103zi s\u0103rise calul. R\u0103u de tot. S\u0103 nu vrei niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 faci ceva pentru p\u0103rin\u021bii t\u0103i, \u0219i apoi s\u0103 te a\u0219tep\u021bi s\u0103 fii recompensat cu generozitate, nu era acceptabil. Bun, aproape c\u0103 \u00een\u021belegea: nu voia s\u0103-l asculte pe taic\u0103-s\u0103u, de-acord… Dar \u0219i ea avea parte de acela\u0219i tratament? \u00cei fusese \u00eentotdeauna al\u0103turi, \u0219i sacrificase multe pentru el… Acest roman, de exemplu. C\u00e2t de mult a vrut s\u0103-l termine!… \u00cens\u0103 n-a ajuns m\u0103car suficient de departe ca s\u0103-i poat\u0103 afla numele fetei \u00eendr\u0103gostite. \u00cen fiecare noapte, din ultimii cincisprezece ani, se b\u0103ga \u00een pat ner\u0103bd\u0103toare ca s\u0103 continue povestea, dar somnul o cuprindea imediat ce \u201eauzea\u201d zgomotul valurilor \u0219i fo\u0219netul frunzelor de palmier agitate… Asta-i!… Chiar nimic nu contase?… Avea \u0219i ea nevoie de un pic de afec\u021biune. S\u0103-i arate \u0219i ei cineva, \u00een cuvinte, c\u00e2t de mult reprezint\u0103… Alex, se pare, nu mai \u0219tia cum… Pe vremuri o p\u0103c\u0103lise, crez\u00e2ndu-l cel mai iubitor om de pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt. \u201eE\u0219ti rece ca un \u0219arpe!\u201d, \u00eei repro\u0219a Gina adesea, \u00een ultimul timp. Se str\u0103duia s\u0103 nu-i arate c\u00e2t o afecteaz\u0103 atitudinea lui, dar nu prea reu\u0219ea, \u0219i \u00eel taxa \u00eencontinuu. Oh! \u00cei descoperise, de-a lungul anilor, punctele sensibile, dureroase, \u0219i cu z\u00e2mbetul pe buze, \u00eel r\u0103nea. Din vorbe, din gesturi… Bogdan, de\u0219i nu se \u00een\u021belegea cu taic\u0103-s\u0103u, devenea ca el. Seara, c\u00e2nd va ajunge acas\u0103, nici n-o s\u0103-i adreseze vreun cuv\u00e2nt. Ba, mai mult: nici n-o s\u0103-l invite la mas\u0103. Uite-a\u0219a!.. De parc\u0103 ro\u0219iile zdrobite, r\u0103mase \u00een frigider, \u0219i telemeaua adus\u0103 de acas\u0103 l-ar fi interesat… Dar o s\u0103 fac\u0103 o omlet\u0103 uria\u0219\u0103, cu \u0219unc\u0103 \u0219i br\u00e2nz\u0103 \u0219i nu-i va oferi nimic! S\u0103 stea \u00een camera lui \u0219i s\u0103 se g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103; la familie, la rostul lui \u00een lume, la handicapa\u021bii lui de prieteni, la ce-o vrea el\u2026
\n \t\u00ce\u0219i privi ceasul \u0219i descoperi c\u0103 se f\u0103cuse ora \u0219ase. Deja… B\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u \u00eenc\u0103 se lupta cu pe\u0219tii \u0219i crabii, \u00een apa netrec\u00e2ndu-i de genunchi. Jalnic! Probabil c\u0103 taic\u0103-s\u0103u, c\u0103ruia \u00eei spusese c\u0103 \u00eel va lua de la Olga\u2019s Place la cinci \u0219i jum\u0103tate, ajunsese pe dou\u0103 c\u0103r\u0103ri acas\u0103. Dac\u0103 nu l-or fi m\u0103turat \u0103ia \u0219i l-or fi aruncat \u00een vreun col\u021b\u2026 De c\u00e2nd r\u0103m\u0103sese singur tot a\u0219a era. Noroc c\u0103 pe Alex \u00eel distra, \u0219i \u00eei pl\u0103cea s\u0103-\u0219i petreac\u0103 timpul cu el. Grigore era un povestitor fantastic, fost comentator sportiv, iar oamenii \u00eel iubeau. Avea \u00eentotdeauna ceva de zis \u0219i ceva de f\u0103cut – asta nu era r\u0103u -, dar alcoolul devenise prietenul lui nelipsit. Altul \u00een locul lui b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u l-ar fi alungat, poate. Sau i-ar fi f\u0103cut tot felul de mizerii. Dar Alex nu era capabil de nici o r\u0103utate. Iar c\u00e2nd Gina \u00eel admonesta furioas\u0103, el \u00eei lua de fiecare dat\u0103 ap\u0103rarea, \u00eemp\u0103ciuitor, \u0219i \u00eencerca s\u0103 \u0219tearg\u0103 totul printr-o glum\u0103; proast\u0103 de cele mai multe ori, dar nu conta, c\u0103ci sup\u0103rarea ei se redirec\u021biona asupra lui \u0219i Grigore sc\u0103pa cu fa\u021ba curat\u0103. Alex chiar nu era un om r\u0103u…
\n \tSe surprinse, dintr-o dat\u0103, c\u0103 \u00eel privea cu duio\u0219ie. Era caraghios, ce-i drept, cu burta-i u\u0219or tremur\u0103toare, ca un jeleu, cu ochelarii de \u00eenot acoperindu-i fa\u021ba p\u00e2n\u0103 deasupra b\u0103rbiei, cu urechile mari \u0219i cu salturile acelea ridicole care preg\u0103teau \u00eentotdeauna \u201eplonjonul\u201d. De fapt, de la sosirea lor \u00een Thassos, \u00eei tot ceruse s\u0103-\u0219i pun\u0103 \u0219i ea ochelarii de \u00eenot \u0219i s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 pe\u0219tii \u0103ia sfriji\u021bi \u00eempreun\u0103. \u201eO singur\u0103 dat\u0103 m\u0103car…!\u201d, o ruga, \u00eempreun\u00e2ndu-\u0219i m\u00e2inile \u0219i str\u00e2mb\u00e2ndu-se dezam\u0103git, ca un copil r\u0103sf\u0103\u021bat.
\n \tSe scutur\u0103, cuprins\u0103 de un frison. Intrase iar \u00een starea aia teribil\u0103, \u00een care se sim\u021bea vinovat\u0103 de tot \u0219i de toate, \u0219i \u00een care sim\u021bea imperios nevoia s\u0103 se scuze. Alex avea dreptate: pentru c\u0103 era nefericit\u0103 cu via\u021ba steril\u0103 pe care o ducea, transferase propriile nemul\u021bumiri asupra tuturor; \u0219i-i pedepsea zi de zi. Dar Juan \u0219i fata cea frumoas\u0103 nu \u0219tiau nimic despre aceast\u0103 latur\u0103 a ei…<\/p>\n

\tSoarele se retr\u0103sese \u00een mun\u021bi \u0219i pusese o c\u0103ciul\u0103 de foc deasupra crestelor albicioase. Se \u00eembr\u0103case deja cu rochia ei neagr\u0103 cu buline, p\u0103rul aproape i se zv\u00e2ntase \u0219i sim\u021bea cum costumul de baie \u00eei frige pielea pe sub \u021bes\u0103tura ampl\u0103 de bumbac. Prosoapele erau pliate, puse frumos peste bagaje, iar papucii de plaj\u0103 scutura\u021bi de nisip; nu mai lipsea dec\u00e2t Alex ca s\u0103 poat\u0103 pleca. Vru s\u0103 \u00eel strige, se apropie de \u021b\u0103rm \u0219i c\u00e2nd \u00eel z\u0103ri f\u0103c\u00e2nd ochii mari \u0219i minun\u00e2ndu-se singur cu ceva maroniu \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, – probabil o alt\u0103 cochilie \u0219i un alt crab pric\u0103jit -, avu acela\u0219i sentiment duios de mai \u00eenainte. Flutur\u0103 u\u0219or m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103, dar el n-o v\u0103zu. Ridic\u0103 din umeri, trase ad\u00e2nc aer \u00een piept \u0219i-l re\u021binu c\u00e2teva secunde, iar apoi se duse \u021bint\u0103 la geanta de um\u0103r cu palmieri. R\u0103sturn\u0103 \u00een nisip prosoapele pliate, \u00ee\u0219i lu\u0103 ochelarii de \u00eenot \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se gr\u0103beasc\u0103, p\u0103\u0219i \u00eenspre el \u00een ap\u0103. Cu rochia ei cu buline \u0219i costumul deja uscat pe dedesubt. El nu o z\u0103ri dec\u00e2t t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd ajunsese aproape.
\n– Ce faci?!…, se minun\u0103 bl\u00e2nd, cu o voce joas\u0103.
\n– Voiam s\u0103 privesc pe\u0219tii cu tine. Sunt?, \u00eel \u00eentreb\u0103 Gina calm\u0103, cu un aer c\u00e2t se poate de firesc.
\n– \u0102\u0103\u0103\u0103\u0103… Desigur. Erau o mul\u021bime un pic mai \u00eenainte \u00een zona aceasta. \u0218i descrise un cerc larg cu bra\u021bul.
\n– OK. E\u0219ti gata?…
\n– Adic\u0103… s\u0103 intr\u0103m acum?… S\u0103 plonj…
\n– Da, s\u0103 plonj\u0103m.
\n \t\u00cel privi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, z\u00e2mbindu-i cu c\u0103ldur\u0103. Alex o cercet\u0103 rapid, nevenindu-i s\u0103 cread\u0103. Nu era nici o urm\u0103 de ironie pe chipul ei.
\n–\tVvvrei… Vrei s\u0103 ne \u021binem de m\u00e2n\u0103?
\n \tEa sur\u00e2se molcom, f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-i parc\u0103 cu ochiul. Sau poate c\u0103-i intrase o pic\u0103tur\u0103 de ap\u0103 s\u0103rat\u0103 pe sub pleoape, atunci c\u00e2nd el trasase arcul de cerc cu m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u0103.
\n– Dac\u0103 a\u0219a se face…
\n– Da, chiar a\u0219a se face. Adic\u0103… a\u0219a mi-am imaginat c\u0103 vom face noi doi…
\n– Chiar?!… Din nou o lovi sentimentul acela de revolt\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de sine \u0219i parc\u0103 nevoia de a se scuza. OK… Sunt preg\u0103tit\u0103.
\n\u00cei apuc\u0103 m\u00e2na \u00eentins\u0103 \u0219i se scufundar\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i timp. Apa era foarte limpede \u0219i el \u00eei ar\u0103t\u0103 cu degetul \u00een jos, pu\u021bin \u00eenspre dreapta, dou\u0103-trei chestii mi\u0219c\u0103toare. Gina descoperi cu uimire, chiar \u00eenc\u00e2ntat\u0103, la jum\u0103tate de metru sub ei, c\u00e2\u021biva pe\u0219ti albi cu dunguli\u021be mov care se hr\u0103neau pofticio\u0219i, f\u0103c\u00e2nd g\u0103uri minuscule \u00een stratul auriu de nisip. Ie\u0219ir\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 la suprafa\u021b\u0103.
\n– Wow! Am adorat!…
\n– Pe bune?!…, o str\u00e2nse el fericit de degetul ar\u0103t\u0103tor.
\n– Auuu… Daaa, sigur. A fost grozav. \u0218i pe\u0219tii sunt at\u00e2t de frumo\u0219i\u2026!
\n– Ei… Nu sunt exact ceea ce m\u0103 a\u0219teptam s\u0103 fie…
\n– Ba nu! Sunt minuna\u021bi. \u0218i ai v\u0103zut pe\u0219tele acela mare, – cel mai gr\u0103su\u021b dintre ei -, ce reflexii portocalii avea? \u0102sta e pe\u0219ti\u0219orul t\u0103u auriu…
\n– Parc\u0103 mi s-a p\u0103rut mie c\u0103… Dar… Pe bune?!..
\n– Da, bine\u00een\u021beles. Hai s\u0103 ne mai uit\u0103m o dat\u0103.
\n \tO privi aproape cu recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.
\n– Dac\u0103 vrei…
\n \tSe scufundar\u0103 din nou, \u00eens\u0103 presupusul pe\u0219te auriu disp\u0103ruse. \u00cei luar\u0103 locul al\u021bi pe\u0219ti\u0219ori mai mici, tot albi cu nuan\u021be movulii, pe care Gina \u00eei g\u0103si absolut \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103tori.
\n– A plecat. Bine c\u0103 a stat s\u0103-l vedem…
\n– Daaaa… \u021ai-am zis eu c\u0103 exist\u0103!… Exist\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat.
\n– \u00cemi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 m-am \u00eendoit.
\nEl o m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie pe um\u0103r cu emo\u021bie.
\n– Mul\u021bumesc.
\n– Eu \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc. De m\u00e2ine te-ai procopsit cu mine.
\n– Ha, ha, ha!… Nu-mi vine s\u0103 cred…, \u021bop\u0103i Alex fericit, \u00eentr-un picior, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i scoat\u0103 apa din urechi. Ea se \u00eendrepta deja spre \u021b\u0103rm, \u00eenaint\u00e2nd lene\u0219 \u0219i storc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i poalele rochiei. E\u0219ti frumoas\u0103. Gina se f\u0103cu c\u0103 nu-l aude, dar continu\u0103 s\u0103 avanseze, balans\u00e2ndu-\u0219i \u0219i mai tare \u0219oldurile, acum c\u0103 se sim\u021bea privit\u0103. Vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 ucizi?!
\n– Da. Asta ar fi o posibilitate… Se \u00eentoarse spre el \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i z\u00e2mbir\u0103 ca pe vremuri. Uitase cu totul de b\u0103rbatul puternic \u0219i fata frumoas\u0103, care-\u0219i p\u0103strase aceea\u0219i rochie \u0219i aceea\u0219i culoare de p\u0103r de mai bine de dou\u0103zeci \u0219i doi de ani…<\/p>\n

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– Ajungem acas\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel ignor\u0103m. A\u0219a am stabilit cu Alex.
\n– Sunte\u021bi ni\u0219te pro\u0219ti. E copilul vostru m\u0103i, oameni buni…
\n– Te rog s\u0103 nu te amesteci\u2026!
\n– A\u0219a te-am crescut eu pe tine?, o admonest\u0103 Grigore aproape furios. Niciodat\u0103 nu-\u0219i lua un astfel de ton \u0219i Gina se \u00eentoarse surprins\u0103: taic\u0103-s\u0103u p\u0103rea perfect treaz.
\nEra adev\u0103rat. Ast\u0103zi nu b\u0103use deloc. Nu avusese chef. \u00cen drumul spre Olga\u2019s Place, \u00eel v\u0103zuse pe Bogdan a\u0219ezat cu picioarele pe un bolovan uria\u0219, aflat \u00een fa\u021ba brut\u0103riei, st\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 \u0219apc\u0103, cu \u0219lapii l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, \u00een soarele arz\u0103tor. P\u0103rea nec\u0103jit. I se p\u0103ru, de asemenea, c\u0103 avea ochii ro\u0219ii de pl\u00e2ns. \u00cel strig\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 b\u0103iatul nu-l auzi. Vru s\u0103 se apropie, dar mai apoi se r\u0103zg\u00e2ndi. Era clar c\u0103 venise ca s\u0103 fie singur. S\u0103 scape. S\u0103 se adune. Numai bunicu-s\u0103u mai lipsea…
\n\u00cen ultimii ani, singurul de care \u00eei fusese ru\u0219ine c\u0103 \u00eel vede b\u0103ut a fost Bogdan. Copilul nu-i spunea niciodat\u0103 nimic, dar \u00eencepuse s\u0103-l evite \u0219i, c\u00e2nd se \u00eent\u00e2lneau, parc\u0103 se uita cu un fel de mil\u0103 la el; \u0219i cu un fel de neputin\u021b\u0103. Asta era greu de suportat. Dar \u00een loc s\u0103 se schimbe… Ei, via\u021ba a fost cum a fost dup\u0103, \u0219i el nu s-a sim\u021bit suficient de puternic. Noroc cu prieteniile create la Incognito – cel mai popular bar din cartier printre pensionarii \u0219coli\u021bi -, care l-au ajutat. Pe Bogdan \u00eens\u0103 nu reu\u0219ise s\u0103-l p\u0103c\u0103leasc\u0103. Era dezam\u0103git, desigur, v\u0103z\u00e2ndu-\u0219i ruinat \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u0103pare idolul din urm\u0103 cu mul\u021bi ani \u2013 Grigore adic\u0103 \u2013, care \u00eel ducea \u00een fiecare s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 pe stadion, \u00eel instala la balcon \u2013 loc pentru V.I.P.-uri \u2013, \u00ee\u0219i punea c\u0103\u0219tile pe urechi \u0219i comenta pasionat, pentru postul de radio local, meciurile importante\u2026 La fiecare c\u00e2teva minute \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cea timp s\u0103-i z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 schi\u021beze un gest de \u00eencurajare cu degetul mare de la m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103, ridicat \u00een sus. Dup\u0103-amiezile de s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 petrecute \u00eempreun\u0103, erau printre pu\u021binele lucruri pe care le a\u0219tepta cu emo\u021bie. Acum ce s\u0103-i spun\u0103?…
\nSim\u021bea de multe ori c\u0103 b\u0103iatul ar fi vrut s\u0103-i vorbeasc\u0103, poate s\u0103-i repro\u0219eze ceva, poate s\u0103 i se cocoa\u021be pe genunchi \u0219i s\u0103-l \u00eempung\u0103 cu degetul \u00een b\u0103rbie, a\u0219a cum o f\u0103cea alt\u0103 dat\u0103… \u00cei era, cu adev\u0103rat, ru\u0219ine de el. Felul \u00een care st\u0103tea ghemuit pe bolovanul fierbinte \u0219i privirea lui fix\u0103 \u0219i p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i \u0219lapii lui movulii, r\u00e2ndui\u021bi perfect, \u2013 \u00eei avea de-o ve\u0219nicie parc\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei purtase de nenum\u0103rate ori verile, c\u00e2nd mergeau \u00eempreun\u0103 la stadion \u2013, toate astea \u00eel f\u0103cuser\u0103 s\u0103 i se umezeasc\u0103 ochii. S-a oprit \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 la Olga\u2019s Place, dar pentru prima oar\u0103 de c\u00e2nd se afla aici, nu a intrat.
\n \tA urcat agale str\u0103du\u021ba \u00eengust\u0103, prin care cu greu se putea strecura o ma\u0219in\u0103 mai lat\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 la mini-marketul de pe col\u021b, al c\u0103rui proprietar p\u0103rea de fiecare dat\u0103 jignit c\u00e2nd cump\u0103rai ceva de la el: toate bune \u0219i frumoase p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd te apropiai de casa de marcat. \u00ce\u021bi z\u00e2mbea larg la intrare, te \u00eencuraja din priviri, dar c\u00e2nd \u00eei puneai pe tejghea produsele, se \u00eencrunta teribil \u0219i comenta pe limba lui, r\u0103stindu-se. Grigore nu \u00een\u021belegea nimic. Se pref\u0103cea, de asemenea, c\u0103 nu-i observ\u0103 nici sup\u0103rarea; \u00eei sur\u00e2dea cu bun\u0103voin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i pleca f\u0103r\u0103 grab\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i cump\u0103r\u0103, deci, de la v\u00e2nz\u0103torul ciudat o \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 de smokine \u0219i o ap\u0103 mineral\u0103 rece \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i petrecu toat\u0103 dup\u0103-amiaza \u00een pia\u021beta din fa\u021ba \u0219colii gimnaziale din Prinos, acolo unde patru pensionari \u2013 \u00een orice caz, oameni trecu\u021bi de \u0219aizeci \u0219i cinci de ani \u2013, jucau \u00eenfierb\u00e2nta\u021bi table. Era umbr\u0103 \u0219i bine \u0219i el n-a sim\u021bit nevoia s\u0103 bea nimic altceva dec\u00e2t sticla aceea de ap\u0103, \u0219i n-a sim\u021bit m\u0103car c\u0103 ar fi vrut s\u0103 joace \u0219i el; sau s\u0103 fie b\u0103gat \u00een seam\u0103. Totul fusese perfect: N-a vorbit cu nimeni, amestecat fiind \u00een mul\u021bimea g\u0103l\u0103gioas\u0103 de tineri care alergau printre b\u0103nci, \u0219i i-a privit pe cei patru juc\u00e2nd. C\u00e2nd s-a hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 plece, se f\u0103cuse deja destul de t\u00e2rziu. \u00cen drumul spre cas\u0103 a cobor\u00e2t str\u0103du\u021ba \u00eengust\u0103, a ocolit marketul ca s\u0103 poat\u0103 vedea \u00een sus, p\u00e2n\u0103 la brut\u0103rie: bolovanul pe care se a\u0219ezase Bogdan mai \u00eenainte se l\u0103f\u0103ia gol, \u00een canicula istovitoare…
\n Auzi claxonul unei ma\u0219ini \u00een spate \u0219i se \u00eentoarse. Chiar dac\u0103 era demult trecut de cinci \u0219i jum\u0103tate, Alex \u0219i cu fiic\u0103-sa veniser\u0103 totu\u0219i s\u0103-l recupereze. Dac\u0103 ar fi \u0219tiut ce t\u00e2mpenii avea Gina de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 debiteze, le-ar fi spus c\u0103 se \u00eentoarce pe jos…
\n– Te rog s\u0103 nu te amesteci, repet\u0103 Gina. Copilul \u0103sta a dep\u0103\u0219it orice limit\u0103.
\n\t– Dar voi cum v-a\u021bi purtat cu el? A sim\u021bit vreodat\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eel lua\u021bi \u00een serios?…
\n– Bine\u00een\u021beles! Am fost non-stop la dispozi\u021bia lui. \u0218i mi-a ajuns. Nici un ceai nu \u0219tie s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103.
\n– De c\u00e2te ori a\u021bi b\u0103tut mingea cu el prin parc? Sau, de c\u00e2te ori a\u021bi jucat c\u0103r\u021bi \u00eempreun\u0103? La ce activit\u0103\u021bi extra\u0219colare l-a\u021bi \u00eenscris \u00een afara cursului acela, umilitor, de trompet\u0103, pe care l-a detestat? Chiar \u0219i eu l-am ur\u00e2t… \u00cenceta\u021bi am\u00e2ndoi cu prostiile \u0219i \u00eencerca\u021bi s\u0103-l \u00een\u021belege\u021bi.
\n\t– E at\u00e2t de simplu s\u0103 judeci… Eu am fost altfel, recunoa\u0219te. Te respectam, v\u0103 ajutam…! Nici m\u0103car de m\u00e2ncare n-am s\u0103-i ofer. De fapt, nu mai am niciun strop de energie pentru preparat cina…
\n– Cel mai idiot mod de a regla o problem\u0103, pe care l-am auzit vreodat\u0103!…
\n\tDin spate, un camion se apropiase amenin\u021b\u0103tor, aproape s\u0103 le-ating\u0103 spatele ma\u0219inii.
\n– Vezi, vezi… Alex! Camionul acesta \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 te dep\u0103\u0219easc\u0103. \u00cencetine\u0219te!… Gina \u00ee\u0219i str\u00e2nse cu un gest nervos p\u0103rul r\u0103v\u0103\u0219it, plin de sare, \u0219i se \u00eentoarse din nou spre taic\u0103-s\u0103u. \u2013 Bogdan va avea un \u0219oc, desigur, dar va \u00een\u021belege c\u0103 nu mai glumesc: s-a terminat. Ori \u00ee\u0219i schimb\u0103 atitudinea fa\u021b\u0103 de noi, ori\u2026 gata.
\nAlex \u00eei atinse \u0219uvi\u021ba rebel\u0103 care \u00eei acoperea fruntea \u0219i apoi \u00ee\u0219i sprijini m\u00e2na pe umerii ei goi. Mai aveau foarte pu\u021bin p\u00e2n\u0103 la vil\u0103.
\n– Ei, las\u0103… Nu-i chiar a\u0219a…
\n– Tu, s\u0103 taci. Sunt \u0219i eu o dat\u0103 hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.
\n– Dac\u0103 nu l-a\u0219 fi v\u0103zut pe Bogdan ast\u0103zi, m-a\u0219 fi \u00eentors chiar acum \u00een sat, la Olga\u2019s . Mi-e ru\u0219ine cu voi.
\nMa\u0219ina opri \u00een fa\u021ba vilei \u00een scr\u00e2\u0219net de ro\u021bi. Cei doi nu-i r\u0103spunser\u0103, – p\u0103reau c\u0103 nici nu l-au auzit.
\nBuc\u0103t\u0103ria se afla la primul etaj \u0219i de acolo veneau ni\u0219te mirosuri ispititoare. Stomacul Ginei se str\u00e2nse dureros \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i aminti, dintr-o dat\u0103, c\u0103 avea o foame de lup. Alex r\u0103m\u0103sese prostit, cu bagajele \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i, cu capul dat pe spate, adulmeca:
\n– Ce-i asta?, se \u00eentreb\u0103.
\n– Habar n-am…!?
\n– O fi venit proprietara s\u0103 ne aduc\u0103 prosoape curate, \u0219i g\u0103te\u0219te pentru noi?!…
\n– La ora asta?… Bogdan! Unde e\u0219ti?, strig\u0103 ea cu o voce nesigur\u0103. Nu pare s\u0103 se fi \u00eentors… Hai cu mine! Se \u00eentoarse spre b\u0103rbatu-s\u0103u \u0219i \u00eel apuc\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nOdat\u0103 ajun\u0219i \u00een living, mirosurile devenir\u0103 \u0219i mai p\u0103trunz\u0103toare. Mirosea a vanilie \u0219i a zah\u0103r \u00eencins\u2026 Gina glis\u0103 u\u0219a din pin, frumos l\u0103cuit\u0103, care delimita cele dou\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103peri. Pe masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie tronau o farfurie uria\u0219\u0103, acoperit\u0103 cu o alta, \u0219i un vas cu limonad\u0103 rozie. Grigore ajunsese \u0219i el, \u0219i privea peste umerii lor. Bogdan se afla pe col\u021barul elegant, de culoarea m\u0103slinelor verzi \u0219i plia tacticos ni\u0219te \u0219erve\u021bele colorate.
\n– A\u021bi venit, \u00eei \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 radios.
\n– Da… Tu unde-ai fost?
\nBogdan ridic\u0103 farfuria de deasupra \u0219i cei trei descoperir\u0103 cu nespus\u0103 uimire vreo cin\u0219pe-dou\u0103zeci de cl\u0103tite pufoase, de form\u0103 cilindric\u0103, \u00eempachetate perfect.
\n– Astea sunt pentru voi. Eu am m\u00e2ncat deja. \u0218i\u2026, ha, ha, ha!…, sunt viu! A\u0219a c\u0103\u2026 sunte\u021bi \u0219i voi \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103.
\n– Tttuuu… Tu le-ai f\u0103cut?!… Cum?…
\n– Internetul, mam\u0103! z\u00e2mbi Bogdan, un pic mali\u021bios. \u0218tii… mai \u0219i ajut\u0103. Uneori\u2026
\n– Asta, da surpriz\u0103!… se foi Gina, stingher\u0103, de pe un picior pe altul.
\n– Da, b\u0103iatule, s\u0103 tot faci dintr-astea, \u00eel b\u0103tu Alex pe um\u0103r, \u0219i el oarecum st\u00e2njenit. Bogdan nu-\u0219i amintea s-o mai fi f\u0103cut vreodat\u0103, de c\u00e2nd crescuse. Nu ne sup\u0103r\u0103m! Emo\u021bionat, nu-\u0219i recunoscu vocea \u0219i \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219i-o dreag\u0103, tu\u0219ind de c\u00e2teva ori. E…, e\u2026, e bine! Nu prea-i reu\u0219ise, a\u0219a c\u0103 mai bine t\u0103cea.
\n– Acum plec, se ridic\u0103 Bogdan \u00een picioare. M\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \u00een port cu b\u0103iatul familiei din Piatra Neam\u021b \u0219i cu dou\u0103 veri\u0219oare de-ale lui.
\n– A\u021bi vorbit?…
\n– Normal. Au ajuns \u00een aceea\u0219i zi cu noi… V-am l\u0103sat!
\nGina \u0219i Alex n-au schi\u021bat niciun gest. Doar Grigore s-a precipitat \u00een urm\u0103-i, \u0219i l-a surprins ie\u0219ind, \u00eenc\u0103l\u021bat cu \u0219lapii lui cei movulii \u0219i st\u00e2lci\u021bi \u00een picioare:
\n– Bogdane, stai un pic!… Po\u021bi s\u0103-mi faci un serviciu?
\n– Da, sigur…?!
\n– Arunc\u0103-mi \u0219i mie gunoiul \u00een tomberonul de peste strad\u0103. \u00cel am preg\u0103tit de ceva vreme… Intr\u0103 \u00een baie \u0219i b\u0103iatul \u00eel v\u0103zu, prin u\u0219a l\u0103sat\u0103 deschis\u0103, cotrob\u0103ind dup\u0103 ma\u0219ina de sp\u0103lat rufe. Un pic transpirat, ro\u0219u la fa\u021b\u0103, ie\u0219i \u0219i \u00eei \u00eenm\u00e2n\u0103 o saco\u0219ic\u0103 zorn\u0103itoare: Asta-i!
\nBogdan nu se putu st\u0103p\u00e2ni \u0219i, cu degetele r\u0103sfirate, o \u00eentredeschise pu\u021bin, \u00een fa\u021ba lui. Dou\u0103 sticle frumos colorate, p\u00e2ntecoase, de vodk\u0103 greceasc\u0103 \u0219i una mai sub\u021bire, ce con\u021binea un lichid maroniu \u00eenchis, \u00ee\u0219i i\u021beau capetele. Se privir\u0103 pre\u021b de c\u00e2teva clipe, nu mai mult, \u0219i primul care \u00eencepu s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 fu b\u0103iatul. Era exact z\u00e2mbetul acela din copil\u0103ria lui – care-i ad\u00e2ncea gropi\u021ba de pe obrazul st\u00e2ng -, c\u00e2nd Grigore \u00eel instala el \u00eensu\u0219i la stadion \u00een fotoliul rezervat V.I.P.-urilor, cu un pahar de limonad\u0103 \u0219i cu un co\u0219ule\u021b de popcorn \u00een m\u00e2ini, la meciurile de s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 dup\u0103-amiaza.
\n– Distreaz\u0103-te.
\n– A\u0219a voi face.
\nBogdan puse un picior deasupra pragului, ezit\u0103 pu\u021bin \u0219i apoi se \u00eentoarse. Se apropie de bunicu-s\u0103u \u0219i-i d\u0103du un pumn u\u0219or, camaraderesc, \u00een um\u0103rul drept.
\n–\tHei! Mul\u021bumesc…!
\nGrigore repet\u0103 gestul, un pic mai puternic dec\u00e2t ar fi trebuit, \u0219i \u00eei f\u0103cu cu ochiul:
\n– Dispari!
\nBogdan ie\u0219i \u00een grab\u0103 \u0219i, ciudat: zgomotul sacadat al \u0219lapilor pe marmura alb\u0103 ca z\u0103pada, cu care erau acoperite sc\u0103rile, \u00eei spuse b\u0103tr\u00e2nului c\u0103\u2026 totul revenise la normal. Se uit\u0103 la ceas:
\n– Hmmm… At\u00e2t de t\u00e2rziu…! \u00ee\u0219i zise. Dar \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, pe masa lustruit\u0103 de pin, \u00eel a\u0219teptau cele mai pufoase cl\u0103tite din lume…
\nIntr\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel v\u0103zu pe Alex \u00eenfulec\u00e2nd cu poft\u0103, \u00een timp ce Gina privea \u00een extaz farfuria ce se golea \u00een mare vitez\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nCamelia Manuela SAVA<\/strong><\/p>\n

CERNO MORE<\/strong><\/p>\n

B\u0103rcile putrezesc \u00een v\u00e2nt
\nmirosul de pe\u0219te ruginit ne inund\u0103 porii pescarii au chef de vorb\u0103
\nla mal se \u00eenc\u00e2lcesc n\u0103voadele de g\u00e2nduri
\nscoicile \u00eenghit nisipul m\u0103 hr\u0103nesc cu iluziile lor s\u00e2ngerii
\nochii sunt focuri ce se sting \u00een valurile negre la apus m\u0103sori lumea milimetric
\ntu e\u0219ti aici
\neu sunt mai departe \u00een vama cuvintelor
\nApa \u00ee\u021bi \u00eenro\u0219e\u0219te m\u00e2inile de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd vrei s\u0103 o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ezi
\nPescarii stau pe mal \u0219i beau din cupe vinul rubiniu al norilor
\nprintre meduze cre\u0219te un vis ca un uria\u0219 cu solzi
\nMarea e lini\u0219tit\u0103
\nabia a n\u0103scut un an nou albicios
\nm\u0103 av\u00e2nt \u00een larg hainele sunt funiile de care m\u0103 ag\u0103\u021b c\u00e2nd m\u0103 pa\u0219te un pericol
\nPescarii au plecat pe la casele lor
\n\u00een \u00eentuneric cerul s\u00e2ngereaz\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 moare e \u00eemp\u0103cat cu sinele cu lini\u0219tea cu v\u00e2ntul
\nfiindc\u0103 e singurul care \u0219tie c\u0103 va r\u0103s\u0103ri \u00een culori vii
\nm\u00e2ine diminea\u021b\u0103
\nla mine nu mai ajung scrisorile tale trimise \u00een sticle verzi
\ndopul pocne\u0219te surd \u00eengrop\u00e2nd mesajul printre pietre
\np\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti cu grij\u0103 s\u0103 nu treze\u0219ti sirenele
\nb\u0103rcile s\u0103rut\u0103 pontonul
\ntu s\u0103ru\u021bi doar marea<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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