{"id":14077,"date":"2021-03-21T18:32:48","date_gmt":"2021-03-21T15:32:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14077"},"modified":"2021-03-21T18:32:48","modified_gmt":"2021-03-21T15:32:48","slug":"literadura-nr-2-4-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=14077","title":{"rendered":"Literadura nr. 2 (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Nu\u021ba Istrate GANGAN (SUA)<\/strong><\/p>\n

v\u00e2rfurile degetelor tale au ochi verzi<\/strong><\/p>\n

suntem doi orbi infiltra\u021bi unul \u00een cel\u0103lalt
\ndou\u0103 cuvinte albe pierdute \u00eentr-o fraz\u0103
\nne\u00een\u0163eleas\u0103 de nimeni
\nne c\u0103ut\u0103m de\u0219i n-o s\u0103 ne g\u0103sim niciodat\u0103
\namestec\u0103m silabele acestea ascu\u0163ite \u015fi rebele
\n\u00eentr-un geam\u0103t strangulat de neputin\u021be<\/p>\n

mugurii s\u00e2nilor mei \u0219tiu braille
\nv\u00e2rfurile degetelor tale au ochi verzi<\/p>\n

bra\u0163ele au \u00eenceput s\u0103-\u015fi creasc\u0103 prelungiri
\nreptiliene
\nm\u0103 \u00eencol\u0103ce\u015fti \u00eemi intri pe sub piele m\u0103 arzi
\nm\u0103 desfaci
\nde pe oase din s\u00e2nge m\u0103 desfaci
\npalmele tale strivesc doar ca s\u0103 nasc\u0103 din
\nnou…<\/p>\n

o alt\u0103 femeie cu gura mea cea moale cu ochii
\nmei cei orbi<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

dezolare<\/strong><\/p>\n

ora\u015ful m\u0103 strive\u015fte \u00eentre ziduri
\nm\u0103 sugrum\u0103. Urletul
\n\u00eemi explodeaz\u0103 \u00een piept
\nsunt doar un num\u0103r
\ncare-\u0219i face num\u0103rul
\nbuni r\u0103i mor\u0163i vii. Ploaia
\nne amestec\u0103 pe to\u0163i
\ngr\u0103bi\u0163i scr\u00e2\u015fnim pa\u015fii pe asfalt
\nsem\u0103n\u0103m unul cu cel\u0103lalt
\ngreu de crezut \u00eens\u0103
\nc\u0103 apar\u0163inem aceleia\u015fi rase. Ne ur\u00e2m
\nca \u015fi cum am veni de pe planete diferite
\nde parc\u0103 la \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163itul lumii
\nsingurul lucru
\ncare ne-a mai r\u0103mas a fost ura. Acest animal
\ncare-\u015fi fat\u0103 puii la nesf\u00e2r\u015fit
\ndoar ca s\u0103-\u015fi hr\u0103neasc\u0103 propria foame
\nora\u015ful m\u0103 strive\u015fte \u00eentre ziduri. Ploaia
\nne amestec\u0103 pe to\u0163i<\/p>\n


\nElisabeta BO\u021aAN (Spania)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Existen\u021bial\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Eu
\ndoream pun\u021bi de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Tu
\nvoiai c\u0103i subterane.<\/p>\n

Eu
\nvisam s\u0103 unesc punctele cardinale.<\/p>\n

Tu
\nvisai s\u0103 fii st\u0103p\u00e2nul lor.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

T\u0103r\u00e2m de moarte<\/strong><\/p>\n

Numele t\u0103u m\u0103 urm\u0103re\u0219te ca un blestem
\nanscentral.
\nAm pl\u0103tit tribut fiec\u0103rui ecou al p\u0103c\u0103toaselor litere
\nce \u00eel compun.<\/p>\n

Via\u021ba fuge de mine. \u0218i eu fug de ea.
\nPa\u0219ii mei mu\u0219c\u0103 cu disperare \u00eenc\u00e2lcitura de
\ndrumuri
\ncare m\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rteaz\u0103 de tine.<\/p>\n

P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i moartea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i s-a milostivit de mine
\n\u0219i \u021bi-a \u00eenchis numele \u00eentr-o pivni\u021b\u0103 de mu\u021benie<\/p>\n

– dup\u0103 ce m-a v\u0103zut str\u0103b\u0103t\u00e2nd toate ad\u00e2ncurile
\nh\u0103urilor
\npe care pasul t\u0103u le l\u0103sase \u00een sufletul meu
\n\u00een c\u0103utarea unei f\u0103r\u00e2me de pace.-<\/em><\/p>\n


\nManuela Camelia SAVA (Rm. S\u0103rat)<\/strong><\/p>\n

A unsprezecea femeie<\/strong><\/p>\n

O zi oarecare. Nu mai e var\u0103. \u0218oseaua
\nne poart\u0103 \u00eenspre un c\u0103tun de munte –
\nc\u00e2nd \u0219erpuitoare, c\u00e2nd lin\u0103, spre
\nsanatoriu. Oprim ma\u0219ina \u00eentr-o parcare din
\nfa\u021ba por\u021bii \u00eenalte ce ascunde de ochii curio\u0219ilor
\ngr\u0103dina cu pomi fructiferi \u00eenc\u0103rca\u021bi de rod
\nbun. Ce c\u0103ut\u0103m? Pavilionul din dreapta,
\ncamera 207. P\u0103\u0219im f\u0103r\u0103 ezitare. Ce lini\u0219te !
\nAleea ne conduce gudur\u00e2ndu-se pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 noi
\nca un dul\u0103u b\u0103tr\u00e2n h\u00e2r\u0219it de zile. Intr\u0103m \u00een
\nholul principal. La st\u00e2nga, apoi la dreapta.
\nNumerele se \u0219terg ca \u00eentr-o cea\u021b\u0103. Dispar
\nmereu \u00een spatele nostru. La 206 tresar.
\nUrmeaz\u0103 207 – ce vine oare dup\u0103? Uitarea.
\nBoala. Hido\u0219enia. Cumplitul drum deviant al
\nvie\u021bii.
\n\u00cen u\u0219\u0103, o femeie blond\u0103 masiv\u0103, nici nu intr\u0103,
\nnici nu vrea s\u0103 ias\u0103 din camer\u0103, st\u0103 \u0219i p\u0103ze\u0219te
\npragul\u2026 pare un cerber c\u0103zut \u00een dizgra\u021biile
\nzilei. E \u00eenalt\u0103, \u0219tears\u0103 la figur\u0103, ciol\u0103noas\u0103.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, pare decolorat\u0103 de o boal\u0103 care o
\nmacin\u0103 interior, \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit\u0103 de aerul spitalelor
\ncare i-a a\u0219ternut c\u00e2teva riduri pe fa\u021b\u0103 ca \u00eentr-o
\npictur\u0103 suprarealist\u0103. M\u0103 izbesc de strung\u0103rea\u021ba
\ndin\u021bilor, ciudat de puternici. Ea e prima
\nfemeie din salon cu care vin \u00een contact. Ceva
\ndureros m\u0103 atinge prin vibra\u021biile c\u0103ldurii
\nvenite din direc\u021bia ei. St\u0103 \u00een prag, pus\u0103 pe
\nhar\u021b\u0103 cu orice intrus.
\nTrec pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, salut\u00e2nd corect \u0219i deferent.
\nM\u0103 tem, nu \u0219tiu de ce, nu de ea, nu am de ce
\ns\u0103 m\u0103 tem de ea, m\u0103 tem de timp. Sau de cum
\na\u0219 reac\u021biona, intr\u00e2nd a\u0219a, tam-nisam, \u00eentr-un
\nsalon de spital plin de femei care sunt
\nconsiderate nu tocmai zdravene la cap.
\nTrebuie s\u0103 fiu precaut\u0103 ! E prima oar\u0103. Nu \u0219tii
\ncum e cu astea\u2026cu nebunele adic\u0103\u2026
\nDup\u0103 ce p\u0103trund \u00een spa\u021biul indicat de num\u0103rul
\n\u00eenregistrat at\u00e2t de st\u00e2ngaci pe u\u0219\u0103 de o m\u00e2n\u0103
\nnepriceput\u0103, v\u0103d \u00een patul de la mijloc, la
\nperetele opus u\u0219ii, o mom\u00e2ie chircit\u0103. Sufl\u0103,
\nde\u0219i pare \u00eempietrit\u0103. Timpul s-a oprit \u00een loc, la
\nfel ca \u0219i respira\u021bia mea. Ea \u00ee\u0219i num\u0103r\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2nd
\nanii, se pierde \u00een \u0219irul lor, eu m\u0103 pierd \u00een
\nnum\u0103ratul pa\u0219ilor mei p\u00e2n\u0103 ajung l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. O
\ncifr\u0103, dou\u0103 cifre. Mamaia viseaz\u0103. De\u0219i
\npozi\u021bia de fetus o face s\u0103 regurgiteze \u0219i
\nultimele f\u0103r\u00e2me de amintiri. E pierdut\u0103 \u00eentr-o
\nsomnolen\u021b\u0103 de increat, cu capul \u00een jos,
\nprivindu-\u0219i m\u00e2inile \u00eempreunate \u00een poal\u0103. Ea e
\na doua femeie din \u00eenc\u0103pere care \u00eemi atrage
\naten\u021bia.
\n-Ce faci, mamaie?
\n-Tu e\u0219ti, mam\u0103? Acum ai venit? Cu cine-ai
\nvenit?
\n\u0218ov\u0103ie. Ru\u0219inea \u0219i durerea i se \u00eennoad\u0103 \u00een cele
\nc\u00e2teva lacrimi cumin\u021bi care \u00eei curg \u00een dou\u0103
\nr\u00e2ule\u021be, de o parte \u0219i de alta a nasului coc\u00e2rjat.
\nE sl\u0103bit\u0103, dar lucid\u0103. Dup\u0103 p\u0103rerea mea, e cea
\nmai lucid\u0103 din tot salonul, cu toate c\u0103 ea e cea
\nmai b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103:
\n-Uite unde-am ajuns, mam\u0103! Nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam
\nc\u0103 o s\u0103 ajung niciodat\u0103 aici!
\n-Las\u0103, mamaie, nu mai pl\u00e2nge, e un spital, e
\nbine \u0219i-aici! \u00eemi fac eu curaj, \u0219i pe mine m\u0103
\n\u00eencearc\u0103 acela\u0219i g\u00e2nd \u2013 nu credeam c\u0103 o s\u0103
\najung vreodat\u0103 pe-aici! Cum e\u0219ti matale, cum
\no duci aici, e\u0219ti bine?!
\n-Da, sunt bine, m\u0103 simt mai bine.
\n-Tensiune ai? \u00eentreb eu, \u0219tiam c\u0103 are probleme
\ncu tensiunea. \u021ai-au f\u0103cut vreun tratament?
\n-Nu mai am tensiunea mare, parc\u0103 14 sau 15
\nmi-au zis fetele-astea, au pus s\u0103 curg\u0103 o pung\u0103
\ndin ea, nici nu mi-e foame. Nu m\u0103 doare
\nnimic.
\n-Da, mamaie, a\u0219a te hr\u0103ne\u0219te, prin punga-aia,
\n\u021bi-au f\u0103cut \u0219i analize?
\n-Da, da, f\u0103, am luat s\u00e2nge, am f\u0103cut poz\u0103 la
\npl\u0103m\u00e2ni \u0219i una la burt\u0103. M-au dus peste tot.
\nAzi mi-a f\u0103cut baie o femeie de-aici. Tare
\nbun\u0103, f\u0103, bl\u00e2nd\u0103, vorbea frumos, m-a sp\u0103lat pe
\ncap, m-a piept\u0103nat, m-a schimbat cu haine
\ncurate, ca pe copii mici. Da, stai \u0219i tu jos, pe
\npat. Ce femei bune asistentele astea, femei
\nr\u0103bd\u0103toare!
\n-Da, mamaie, foarte frumos din partea lor!
\nAsta le e meseria, mai spun eu parc\u0103 \u00een
\ng\u00e2nd\u2026
\n-Sunt femei bune, f\u0103 mam\u0103, mai adaug\u0103
\nb\u0103tr\u00e2na, c\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-mi parc\u0103 un refren din vreo
\namintire de demult\u2026 stai \u0219i tu jos, maic\u0103, stai
\ns\u0103 mai vorbim oleac\u0103 !
\nM\u0103 a\u0219ez pe un col\u021b al patului \u00eengust, care se
\n\u00eengusteaz\u0103 \u0219i mai mult \u00een momentul \u00een care
\nsus\u021bine greutatea a dou\u0103 fiin\u021be. Nu pot s\u0103 o
\nrefuz, s-ar sim\u021bi lezat\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2ndria ei de femeie
\nsimpl\u0103 de la \u021bar\u0103: c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti \u00eentr-un asemenea
\nspital te sim\u021bi ca un lepros fa\u021b\u0103 de vizitatorii
\nt\u0103i, indiferent cine sunt ei.
\nAcum \u00eenregistrez mai bine ceea ce se
\n\u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een jurul meu. Dou\u0103 femei b\u0103tr\u00e2ne
\nocup\u0103 paturile din st\u00e2nga bunicii. Vecina de
\npat e lungit\u0103 \u0219i \u00eenfofolit\u0103 cu o p\u0103tur\u0103 de spital
\ncare \u00eemi st\u00e2rne\u0219te repulsie. De sub p\u0103rul tocit
\nal \u021bes\u0103turii, c\u00e2ndva colorat \u00een verde \u00eenchis, se
\nvede o fa\u021b\u0103 sp\u0103l\u0103cit\u0103, mic\u0103, ofilit\u0103, cuminte. A
\ntreia femeie care intr\u0103 \u00een raza mea vizual\u0103 e,
\nde fapt, alc\u0103tuit\u0103 mai mult dintr-o b\u0103rbie \u0219i
\nun trup alungit ce a luat forma p\u0103turii p\u0103roase.
\nCealalt\u0103 femeie b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 e mai vioaie. Scund\u0103
\n\u0219i \u00eendesat\u0103, se agit\u0103 continuu. A patra femeie.
\nMust\u0103cioas\u0103 \u0219i spr\u00e2ncenat\u0103, fusese c\u00e2ndva o
\nfemeie voluntar\u0103, ambi\u021bioas\u0103, hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103,
\nautoritar\u0103, dup\u0103 scenele pe care le face:
\n-Ce m\u0103 dor cioatele astea de m\u0103sele! Probabil
\nam stat \u00een vreun curent\u2026
\nM\u0103 uit mirat\u0103: de unde ar veni vreun curent?
\nE un aer \u00eenchis aici ce \u00ee\u021bi d\u0103 impresia de
\n\u00eenc\u0103pere neaerisit\u0103 de c\u00e2teva ere bune,
\ntranspira\u021biile re\u021binute ale unor femei pe
\njum\u0103tate cu un picior \u00een groap\u0103 nu ar fi putut
\ncauza dureri de m\u0103sele \u0219i totu\u0219i… B\u0103tr\u00e2na se
\nvait\u0103 \u00een continuare:
\n-S\u0103\u2013mi dea ceva c\u0103 nu mai pot, s\u0103 m\u0103 duc s\u0103
\nle cer un albocalmin. Nu mai suport s\u0103 stau
\na\u0219a, s\u0103-mi dea ceva, ce au ele pe-acolo, ni\u0219te
\nalbocalmin ar fi bun acum. Am ni\u0219te col\u021buri
\nde m\u0103sele \u0219i sigur am prins vreun curent\u2026
\nGuraliva m\u0103 fixeaz\u0103 cu ochii ei m\u0103ri\u021bi de
\ndurere, ca s\u0103 m\u0103 ia p\u0103rta\u0219\u0103 la ceea ce va cere,
\neu sunt martorul ei cel mai sigur, nu am cum
\ns\u0103 fug din fa\u021ba responsabilit\u0103\u021bii mele de a-i fi
\nmartor, \u00eei simt deja durerea de m\u0103sele prin to\u021bi
\nporii.
\nCu spr\u00e2ncenele negre, cu o gur\u0103 puternic
\ndesenat\u0103 pe fa\u021ba rotund\u0103, e \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 cu
\npijamale b\u0103rb\u0103te\u0219ti pe care le-a pus peste dou\u0103
\nrochii a\u0219a cum at\u00e2rn\u0103 pe sub bluza \u00eencheiat\u0103
\nfugar la nasturi. E septuagenar\u0103? Vioiciunea
\ndin glas o arat\u0103 chiar mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103. Nu po\u021bi \u0219ti
\nv\u00e2rsta omului atunci c\u00e2nd se afl\u0103 \u00eentr-un
\nspital. Suferin\u021bele, boala accentueaz\u0103 procesul
\nde \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nire. Vaietele continu\u0103.
\n-Na, ce m-am umflat! A\u0219a-i c\u0103 sunt umflat\u0103,
\ndomni\u0219oar\u0103? M\u0103 duc s\u0103 cer un bulin, ceva, s\u0103
\nnu m\u0103 mai doar\u0103 at\u00e2ta pustiile astea de cioturi.
\nDoamna asistent\u0103, \u00eemi pute\u021bi da ceva de
\ndurere de m\u0103sele? Se adreseaz\u0103 hot\u0103r\u00e2t unei
\nasistente, dar p\u0103streaz\u0103 tonul respectuos \u0219i
\nrug\u0103tor.
\n-V-am dat unul \u0219i diminea\u021b\u0103, r\u0103spunde evaziv
\nt\u00e2n\u0103ra \u00een halat alb. Ia s\u0103 v\u0103d, ce v\u0103 doare? Se
\napleac\u0103 spre spr\u00e2ncenele groase ale v\u0103ic\u0103re\u021bei.
\nDa, spune pe un ton neutru, cred c\u0103 vi s-a
\numflat vreo m\u0103sea, s\u0103 v\u0103d ce pot s\u0103 fac, o s\u0103
\nv\u0103 aduc un analgezic \u0219i apoi s\u0103 v\u0103 dea doamna
\ndoctor vreun antibiotic m\u00e2ine diminea\u021b\u0103.
\nLa auzul acestei ve\u0219ti, pacienta cu durerea de
\nm\u0103sea se potole\u0219te ca prin farmec, z\u00e2mbindu-mi
\nt\u00e2mp, ca \u0219i cum mi-ar ar\u0103ta c\u0103 a c\u00e2\u0219tigat o
\nvictorie binemeritat\u0103 \u00een lupta cu durerea.
\nO comp\u0103timesc, privind-o de la distan\u021b\u0103 cu
\noarecare curiozitate, e destul de agitat\u0103 \u00een
\ncontinuare \u0219i m\u0103 tem ca nu cumva durerea de
\nm\u0103sele s\u0103 fie contagioas\u0103, dar imediat alung
\ng\u00e2ndul acesta pueril, \u00eemi vine s\u0103 r\u00e2d \u2013 ce
\nglum\u0103 bun\u0103, s\u0103 se ia durerea de m\u0103sea\u2026
\nO voce ferm\u0103 se aude de pe hol, ca un ecou:
\n\u201eb\u0103rba\u021bii, la mas\u0103!\u201d Un fior, pa\u0219i gr\u0103bi\u021bi,
\nz\u0103ng\u0103nit de oale \u2013 parc\u0103 e r\u0103zboi: to\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bii
\ndin spital au pornit spre un r\u0103zboi al
\nnim\u0103nui\u2026 de\u0219i sunt nev\u0103zu\u021bi, ei exist\u0103
\ndincolo de u\u0219\u0103, dincolo de g\u00e2ndurile mele
\ncopil\u0103re\u0219ti \u2013 ce r\u0103zboi?!
\nUn c\u0103rucior cu oale \u0219i farfurii se plimb\u0103 de la
\nun salon la altul \u0219i, din clip\u0103 \u00een clip\u0103, va intra
\n\u0219i la 207. Iat\u0103 cum buc\u0103t\u0103reasa sau infirmiera
\n\u2013 nu mi-e clar ce rol joac\u0103 femeia cu
\n\u00eemp\u0103r\u021bitul por\u021biilor \u2013 intr\u0103 \u0219i \u00eencepe s\u0103
\ndistribuie atent farfuriile cu ceva m\u00e2njit pe
\nele. Regim diabetic: paste cu un sos ro\u0219u-s\u00e2ngeriu.
\nSpr\u00e2ncenata prime\u0219te o por\u021bie \u0219i e
\nfoarte mul\u021bumit\u0103, pesemne \u00eei era foame.
\nL\u00e2ng\u0103 patul ei, la o distan\u021b\u0103 de doar trei pa\u0219i,
\npe un pat perpendicular, st\u0103 o ar\u0103tare de pe
\nalt\u0103 lume \u2013 p\u0103r\u00e2nd mai mult moart\u0103 dec\u00e2t vie,
\na \u00eencremenit cu un p\u0103r v\u00e2lvoi, negru,
\ndemonic. Pare o fiin\u021b\u0103 androgin\u0103 \u2013 nu-i
\nghicesc sexul, de\u0219i nu are cum s\u0103 fie b\u0103rbat,
\ncu toate c\u0103 are un trup de b\u0103iat \u00eenflorit, \u00eenc\u0103
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r, cu o must\u0103cioar\u0103 neagr\u0103, cu hainele
\nat\u00e2rn\u00e2nd peste fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i m\u00e2ini, haotic \u2013 descop\u0103r
\n\u00een ea a cincea femeie: o \u021biganc\u0103 gravid\u0103, sub
\nefectul somniferelor. Doarme \u0219i se cutremur\u0103
\n\u00een somnul acesta identic cu moartea, se
\ntreze\u0219te brusc \u0219i se d\u0103 jos din pat cu gesturi
\nrepezite.
\n-A adus-o asear\u0103, \u00eemi spune bunica, tremura,
\nschel\u0103l\u0103ia, d\u0103dea din m\u00e2ini \u0219i le lovea una de
\nalta, \u0219i mamaia \u00eemi arat\u0103 cum aplauda nebuna
\nbor\u021boas\u0103, be\u021biv\u0103 \u0219i costeliv\u0103. Mi-a fost fric\u0103 de
\nea, dar i-au f\u0103cut ni\u0219te injec\u021bii \u0219i a dormit o
\nnoapte \u0219i o zi, credeam c\u0103 a murit.
\nBuc\u0103t\u0103reasa \u00eei \u00eentinde \u0219i ei o por\u021bie cu paste
\nviermuitoare.
\n-Nu \u021bi-am spus c\u0103 nu vreau s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc?! Nu
\nvreau! Las\u0103-m\u0103 \u00een pace! Ia-o d-aici! tun\u0103
\nvocea de alcoolic\u0103 a gravidei. Tonul
\n\u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103tor al gravidei paralizeaz\u0103 orice
\nsuflare \u00een salon. Face c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u0219ov\u0103ielnici,
\niese afar\u0103 pe hol, se \u00eentoarce dup\u0103 o clip\u0103 \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i
\nreia pozi\u021bia de moart\u0103 \u00een patul ei care devine
\nun catafalc mai comod dec\u00e2t oricare altul.
\n\u00centre timp, blonda \u00eenalt\u0103 de la u\u0219\u0103, prima mea
\ncuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 din salon, cere o por\u021bie, se a\u0219eaz\u0103
\npe pat \u0219i m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 tacticos, de\u0219i cred c\u0103 e
\nh\u0103mesit\u0103. E \u00een spatele meu, \u00eei simt respira\u021bia
\n\u00eentret\u0103iat\u0103 de \u00eenghi\u021biturile lacome. O v\u0103d cu
\ncoada ochiului. Al\u0103turi de ea, o alt\u0103 femeie,
\nculcat\u0103 \u0219i ea, a \u0219asea, o interpeleaz\u0103 pe
\nblond\u0103:
\n-\u0218i cu mine cine mai merge la mas\u0103?
\n-Merg eu, se ofer\u0103 blonda.
\n-Mergi? Sigur?
\n-Da, sigur.
\n-Uite, Neta, ai aici \u0219i ceai, iubita mea, adaug\u0103
\nbuc\u0103t\u0103reasa-infirmier\u0103, aduc\u00e2nd un ibric cu
\nceai aburit. Blonda \u00eentinde cana:
\n-E bun ceaiul, e dulce !
\nSpr\u00e2ncenata a m\u00e2ncat tot din farfurie. Fideaua
\nro\u0219iatic\u0103 a dat-o gata \u0219i acum mu\u0219c\u0103
\nvoinice\u0219te dintr-o felie de p\u00e2ine groas\u0103, nu
\n\u0219tiu de ce, fiindc\u0103 avea regim pentru diabet,
\ndar, \u00een fine, nu e treaba mea s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la
\nasta acum\u2026
\n-Bre, toat\u0103 ziua m\u0103n\u00e2nci! \u0218i te pl\u00e2ngi c\u0103 \u021bi-e
\nfoame, ce hoa\u021b\u0103 e\u0219ti! spune r\u00e2z\u00e2nd Neta,
\nblonda \u00eenalt\u0103.
\n-Ce m\u0103n\u00e2nc, ce-am m\u00e2ncat? Am mai m\u00e2ncat
\nun ou fiert!
\n-Ba, dou\u0103! Ai m\u00e2ncat azi-diminea\u021b\u0103 dou\u0103 ou\u0103
\nfierte!
\n-Nu, nu e adev\u0103rat, doar unul a fost. Am avut
\ntrei: unul \u021bi l-am dat \u021bie, unul l-am dat
\ndoamnei Ion \u0219i unul l-am m\u00e2ncat eu\u2026
\nDoamna Ion, a \u0219aptea, e o musculi\u021b\u0103 uman\u0103,
\nun copil devenit prea cur\u00e2nd femeie \u0219i r\u0103mas\u0103
\nla stadiul de fetus uman b\u0103tr\u00e2nicios \u0219i stafidit.
\nAr fi cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103 confundat\u0103 cu un copil de 12
\nani. \u0218i mintea i-a r\u0103mas \u00een\u021bepenit\u0103 tot pe acolo
\n\u2013 \u00eei zboar\u0103 aiurea. E t\u0103cut\u0103, dar ochii \u00eei sunt de
\nveveri\u021b\u0103 scormonitoare, neast\u00e2mp\u0103ra\u021bi, caut\u0103
\n\u00een jur o cale de a se asigura c\u0103 e binev\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een
\naerul \u00eempu\u021bit al \u00eenc\u0103perii albe. Trece de dou\u0103
\nori pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \u0219i m\u0103 prive\u0219te fix, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103
\nclipeasc\u0103. Sunt o noutate pentru ea \u2013 o
\ng\u00e2nganie ce merit\u0103 studiat\u0103.
\n-Nu m\u0103n\u00e2nci nimic, mamaie?! \u00eentreb eu ca s\u0103
\n\u00eemi fac datoria de vizitator.
\n-Nu mi-e foame, de c\u00e2nd \u00eemi fac \u00een ven\u0103
\npungile alea, nu mi-e foame deloc.
\n-Da, \u0219tiu c\u0103 te hr\u0103nesc a\u0219a, dar totu\u0219i\u2026
\n-Acum dou\u0103zeci de ani, c\u00e2nd am mai fost \u00een
\nspital nu erau pungi ca acum\u2026
\n-Da, \u0219tiu, a\u0219a se procedeaz\u0103 azi, \u0219optesc eu.
\nO alt\u0103 femeie b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103, a opta, \u00eenfofolit\u0103 la cap,
\nm\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 lini\u0219tit\u0103 \u00een patul ei, \u00een direc\u021bia opus\u0103
\nlocului unde stau \u021bintuit\u0103. \u00cenghite \u0219i ultimele
\nfirimituri de p\u00e2ine \u0219i \u0219terge molcom lingura,
\npe care o spal\u0103 apoi la chiuvet\u0103 l\u0103s\u00e2nd s\u0103
\ncurg\u0103 apa zgomotos. Se duce \u0219i se a\u0219eaz\u0103 pe
\npat \u2013 o umbr\u0103. Totul se desf\u0103\u0219oar\u0103 ca \u00eentr-un
\nritual zilnic.
\nBlonda r\u00e2de spart c\u00e2nd spr\u00e2ncenata \u00ee\u0219i reia
\nvaietul:
\n-Neto, ce m\u0103 dor m\u0103selele, Neto, ce m\u0103 fac?!
\nNu mai r\u00e2de, de ce r\u00e2zi?!
\n\u0218i g\u00e2lg\u00e2itul sonor, haotic al r\u00e2sului nebunei
\nblonde e teatral, mimat, \u00eens\u0103 firesc, av\u00e2nd \u00een
\nvedere contextul\u2026 Termin\u0103 de sorbit ceaiul,
\nvine direct spre mine:
\n-Ave\u021bi cumva vreo pastil\u0103 de durere? Ceva,
\norice, de durere de oase, de burt\u0103\u2026?!
\nCa hipnotizat\u0103, scot din geant\u0103 un
\nparacetamol \u0219i i-l \u00eentind f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 stau vreo
\nsecund\u0103 pe g\u00e2nduri \u2013 ar fi nepotrivit sau nu
\ngestul meu, nu mai pot sta s\u0103 analizez
\nconsecin\u021bele faptei mele, blonda cenu\u0219ie \u00eel ia
\nca pe o comoar\u0103 de pre\u021b.
\n-S\u0103 vi-l pl\u0103tesc\u2026 se f\u00e2\u021b\u00e2ie ea ca un copil
\nvinovat de cine \u0219tie ce fapt\u0103 necugetat\u0103\u2026
\n-Las\u0103, nu e nevoie \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eentorc repede cu
\nspatele ca nu cumva s\u0103 m\u0103 prind\u0103 \u00een plasa
\nprivirilor ei apoase, nici nu v\u0103d c\u00e2nd \u00eenghite
\npastila, ce mai conteaz\u0103, poate s\u0103 fac\u0103 ce vrea
\ncu ea numai s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai abordeze \u0219i \u00een alte
\nprobleme.
\nDe mine se apropie o alt\u0103 fiin\u021b\u0103 – a noua. E
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu p\u0103rul nefiresc de str\u0103lucitor, blond
\nro\u0219cat, nepiept\u0103nat. Ochii alba\u0219tri-copil\u0103ro\u0219i
\ntr\u0103deaz\u0103 o nefericire ancestral\u0103, figura ei
\ndiafan-pierdut\u0103 e completat\u0103 de buzele ro\u0219ii,
\nc\u0103rnoase, frumoase \u0219i de tenul alb-cristalin.
\nAi zice c\u0103 e un \u00eenger c\u0103zut, pierdut printre
\noameni. Retez\u00e2ndu-i-se aripile, s-a \u00een\u021bepenit
\naici \u00een salonul 207, fix\u00e2ndu-\u0219i culcu\u0219ul \u00een
\npatul de la perete din dreapta bunicii.
\nBolborose\u0219te cuvinte f\u0103r\u0103 \u00een\u021beles, apoi m\u0103
\n\u00eentreab\u0103 dac\u0103 am s\u0103 \u00eei dau ceva de m\u00e2ncare,
\ndau din cap \u00een semn de negare. \u0218opte\u0219te ceva
\nlegat de tat\u0103l ei: \u201et\u0103ticul meu, t\u0103ticu\u021bul meu, \u00eei
\nspuneam a\u0219a, t\u0103ticu\u021bul meu\u201d\u2026 nu \u00een\u021beleg ce
\nare a face aceast\u0103 situa\u021bie cu tat\u0103l ei, nu de
\nasta sunt acolo, s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg sau s\u0103 v\u0103d prea
\nmulte…
\nA zecea femeie, pe care privirea mea o
\n\u00eenregistreaz\u0103 tot \u00een partea dreapt\u0103 a\u0219a cum
\nstau cu spatele spre intrarea \u00een salon, este tot
\nt\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cuminte, sfioas\u0103, vis\u0103toare. St\u0103 la
\np\u00e2nd\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eemi surprind\u0103 atitudinea disponibil\u0103
\nde a vorbi \u0219i cu ea. De\u0219i nu sunt interesat\u0103 de
\nun dialog, nu am cum s\u0103 o evit. M\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103
\ndac\u0103 am copii, nu a\u0219teapt\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eei r\u0103spund, ea
\nsingur\u0103 merge mai departe cu m\u0103rturisirea
\nfranc\u0103: \u0219i-a l\u0103sat acas\u0103 doi copii, sunt cu
\nsoacra \u0219i b\u0103rbatul, ce s-or face ei f\u0103r\u0103 ea\u2026
\nO comp\u0103timesc, dar trebuie s\u0103 \u00eemi v\u0103d de ale
\nmele, m\u0103 concentrez asupra st\u0103rii b\u0103tr\u00e2nicii
\ndin fa\u021ba mea \u2013 c\u00e2ndva era luminoas\u0103, avea
\nceva fermec\u0103tor, divin \u00een ea; purta mereu cu
\nea o lume a pove\u0219tilor, a misterelor copil\u0103riei
\nmele, de care m\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rtam pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce
\ntimpul hain \u00eei \u00eenghi\u021bea anii, \u00eempu\u021bin\u00e2ndu-i
\ntrupul\u2026 Bunica mea nu mai era bunica mea,
\nera doar o mom\u00e2ie din acel salon 207 care \u00ee\u0219i
\nscria istoria \u00eentre femei care mai de care mai
\nnefericite, bolnave sau doar considerate ca
\natare.
\n– Hai, c\u0103 e vremea s\u0103 ne lu\u0103m la revedere,
\nmamaie, trebuie s\u0103 plec ! spun printre
\nsughi\u021buri, c\u0103ci mi se taie respira\u021bia, tocmai
\nacum, la final, \u0219i m\u0103 tem s\u0103 nu o dau \u00een
\nbar\u0103\u2026 ce m\u0103 fac dac\u0103 izbucnesc \u00een pl\u00e2ns?!
\n– Du-te, mam\u0103, c\u0103 se face t\u00e2rziu\u2026
\n\u0218i acel t\u00e2rziu era sf\u00e2\u0219ietor \u00een inima \u0219i \u00een
\nmintea mea\u2026 cu at\u00e2ta suferin\u021b\u0103 \u00een jurul meu,
\nm\u0103 \u0219i vedeam cumva transpus\u0103 \u00een lumea
\n\u00eenser\u0103rii f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u0103pare\u2026 eram a unsprezecea
\nfemeie \u0219i, privind cu ochii l\u0103untrici, vedeam
\nc\u0103 totu\u0219i exist\u0103 \u0219i aici prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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