{"id":24346,"date":"2025-02-27T08:18:49","date_gmt":"2025-02-27T05:18:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24346"},"modified":"2025-02-27T08:19:24","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T05:19:24","slug":"spatii-culturale-nr-98-99-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=24346","title":{"rendered":"Spa\u021bii culturale nr. 98-99 (9)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rodica BRETIN <\/strong>
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RO\u0218CATA<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen vremea copil\u0103riei mele, g\u0103inile \u0219i, mai rar, ra\u021bele sau g\u00e2\u0219tele se vindeau la Aprozar, aduse de la cresc\u0103torie. O dat\u0103 pe lun\u0103, \u00een fa\u021ba magazinului se desc\u0103rcau cu\u0219ti de s\u00e2rm\u0103 cu g\u0103ini albe, ro\u0219ii sau din rasa G\u00e2t gola\u0219 de Transilvania. P\u0103s\u0103rile st\u0103teau \u00eenghesuite ca ni\u0219te c\u0103l\u0103tori \u00een metrou la o or\u0103 de v\u00e2rf \u2013 \u00een New York sau Tokyo, fiindc\u0103 primul tren subteran din Rom\u00e2nia, cel din Bucure\u0219ti, mai avea de a\u0219teptat \u0219aisprezece ani p\u00e2n\u0103 la inaugurare.
\nC\u00e2nd venea transportul cu galinacee, lumea se a\u0219ezase deja la coad\u0103; pe atunci, ve\u0219tile circulau mai iute dec\u00e2t camionul cu remorc\u0103 ie\u0219it pe por\u021bile fermei avicole de la Codlea. P\u00e2n\u0103 le venea r\u00e2ndul, oamenii alegeau din priviri c\u00e2te o pas\u0103re, mai ales pensionarii care aveau ochiul format, nu degeaba erau numi\u021bi \u0219oimii cozilor. C\u00e2nd o cu\u0219c\u0103 \u00eencepea s\u0103 se goleasc\u0103, g\u0103inile, \u00eenfometate, se repezeau s\u0103 ciuguleasc\u0103 boabele de pe jos. N-apucau s\u0103 adune prea multe; se pomeneau \u00een\u0219f\u0103cate \u0219i trase afar\u0103. V\u00e2nz\u0103toarea lega picioarele p\u0103s\u0103rii cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri experte, o c\u00e2nt\u0103rea, apoi lua banii \u0219i d\u0103dea marfa. Cump\u0103r\u0103torul pleca cu o g\u0103in\u0103 sau dou\u0103 \u021binute de picioare, d\u00e2nd din aripi \u0219i b\u0103l\u0103b\u0103nindu-se cu capul \u00een jos tot drumul.
\n Nu toate mergeau drept spre butucul de execu\u021bie. Unele erau \u021binute un timp la \u00eengr\u0103\u0219at \u2013 caz \u00een care dependin\u021bele \u00ee\u0219i dovedeau utilitatea. Oamenii cre\u0219teau \u00een pod g\u0103ini \u00een loc de porumbei, curcani, ra\u021be \u0219i g\u00e2\u0219te \u00een magazii, \u00eendop\u00e2ndu-le pe ultimele p\u00e2n\u0103 li se umfla \u00eentr-at\u00e2t ficatul \u00eenc\u00e2t francezii, mari amatori de pate de foie gras, ar fi p\u0103lit de invidie.
\nInevitabil \u00eens\u0103, venea \u0219i ziua \u00een care or\u0103t\u0103niile trebuiau sacrificate. \u0218i, tot printr-o conven\u021bie tacit\u0103, \u00een orice familie asta devenea treaba b\u0103rbatului. Doar c\u0103 pe unii traiul la ora\u0219 \u00eei cam \u00eenmuiase, iar altora, cum era tata, nu le pl\u0103cea s\u0103 verse s\u00e2nge nevinovat, oric\u00e2t de gustoas\u0103 ar fi fost ciulamaua de pui. Impasul \u0219i-a aflat repede rezolvarea. \u00cen fiecare curte din ora\u0219ul vechi s-a g\u0103sit cineva cu nervii tari, un topor bine ascu\u021bit \u0219i r\u00e2vna de a face un ban \u00een plus. La noi era Bodor Zoltan, care m\u00e2nuia sat\u00e2rul a\u0219a cum turna \u00een sticle vinul de smochine din damigenele p\u00e2ntecoase \u2013 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 iroseasc\u0103 vreo pic\u0103tur\u0103. Iar locul execu\u021biei era gura de canal de l\u00e2ng\u0103 poart\u0103, unde pata ruginie nu r\u0103m\u00e2nea uscat\u0103 prea mult\u0103 vreme.
\nAst\u0103zi, c\u00e2nd vrei o g\u0103in\u0103 sau o g\u00e2sc\u0103 le g\u0103se\u0219ti pe rafturi la supermarket, ambalate frumos, numai bune de pus \u00een cuptorul electric. Cum ar fi s\u0103 cumperi o pas\u0103re ce trebuie jumulit\u0103, afumat\u0103, golit\u0103 de m\u0103runtaie \u2013 dar, \u00eenainte de toate, t\u0103iat\u0103? Nu orice or\u0103\u0219ean era \u00een stare de a\u0219a ceva, iar istoriile cu g\u0103ini decapitate care mai f\u0103ceau c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i ori d\u0103deau din aripi \u00eenainte s\u0103 cad\u0103 la p\u0103m\u00e2nt intraser\u0103 \u00een legendele urbane.
\nCurtea noastr\u0103 nu avea probleme, fiindc\u0103 lui Bodor-baci nu \u00eei tremura m\u00e2na, chiar dac\u0103 trecuse de nou\u0103zeci de ani, nici nu d\u0103dea pe al\u0103turi cu sat\u00e2rul. G\u0103inile sosite la Aprozar ar\u0103tau pe jum\u0103tate moarte de foame, de parc\u0103 fermele agricole erau lag\u0103re de concentrare pentru animale. Trebuiau hr\u0103nite s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni la r\u00e2nd cu boabe de gr\u00e2u, m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103 \u0219i biscui\u021bi muia\u021bi \u00een ap\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce mai puneau carne pe ele.
\nAi mei cump\u0103rau rar p\u0103s\u0103ri vii, mul\u021bumindu-se cu cele pe care ni le trimitea din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd bunica, gata t\u0103iate. Iar pentru masa de Pa\u0219te ori de Cr\u0103ciun, tata se oprea cu zbur\u0103toarea pescuit\u0103 din cu\u0219ca de plas\u0103 \u00een u\u0219a familiei Bodor, unde pl\u0103tea monezi de un leu \u00een loc de argin\u021bi, cum primeau c\u0103l\u0103ii din Evul Mediu pentru o decapitare miloas\u0103. Drumul nefericitei galinacee spre locul de execu\u021bie nu trecea pe la noi prin cas\u0103. Dac\u0103 feti\u021ba vede g\u0103ina nu mai sc\u0103p\u0103m de ea \u2013 era temerea mamei, care \u0219tia ce vorbe\u0219te. N-ar fi trebui s\u0103 o cunosc niciodat\u0103 pe Ro\u0219cat\u0103, numai s\u0103 \u00eei simt gustul \u00een toc\u0103ni\u021ba cu garnitur\u0103 de sm\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103…
\nLa \u00eenceput, totul a p\u0103rut s\u0103 se desf\u0103\u0219oare ca de obicei. S-a zvonit c\u0103 se aduc g\u0103ini proaspete la Aprozar \u2013 normal, doar erau vii \u2013, oamenii s-au a\u0219ezat cumin\u021bi la coad\u0103, tata printre ultimii fiindc\u0103 aflase cu \u00eent\u00e2rziere \u0219i, c\u00e2nd i-a venit r\u00e2ndul, a ales la nimereal\u0103, oricum r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 doar c\u00e2teva p\u0103s\u0103ri, restul se v\u00e2nduser\u0103.
\nA ajuns cu g\u0103ina la u\u0219a familiei Bodor, care \u2013 stupoare! \u2013 era \u00eencuiat\u0103.
\n\u2013 Sunt pleca\u021bi la tratament, la b\u0103i, se \u00eentorc peste trei s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, a scos capul pe fereastr\u0103 o vecin\u0103 \u00eendatoritoare.
\n \u0218i-a\u0219a a intrat Ro\u0219cata \u00een via\u021ba noastr\u0103. Tata a l\u0103sat-o jos, t\u0103indu-i leg\u0103tura de la picioare, \u00een timp ce mama nu se putea hot\u0103r\u00ee unde s\u0103 o punem. Podul era plin cu rufe abia \u00eentinse la uscat, iar \u00een magazie ultimul petec liber fusese ocupat de un c\u0103lu\u021b din lemn cu vopseaua scorojit\u0103, coama din c\u00e2l\u021bi \u0219i un smoc r\u0103rit \u00een coad\u0103… Ce era de f\u0103cut? Ro\u0219cata s-a uitat \u00een jur, ame\u021bit\u0103 dup\u0103 ce se leg\u0103nase cu capul \u00een jos jum\u0103tate din Strada Lung\u0103, apoi a pornit spre p\u0103tu\u021bul unde \u00eemi culcam singura p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 pe care am avut-o vreodat\u0103.
\n\u00cenc\u0103 de pe atunci p\u0103stram \u00een minte o ierarhie clar\u0103 a ce era important \u0219i ce nu \u00een via\u021ba mea. G\u0103ina f\u0103cea o mul\u021bime de lucruri interesante: cotcod\u0103cea, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenfoia aripile, ciugulea covorul. P\u0103pu\u0219a era \u021beap\u0103n\u0103 \u0219i, dac\u0103 o scuturai, nu scotea vreun sunet, doar \u00ee\u0219i rostogolea ochii de sticl\u0103 \u00een orbite. N-am stat pe g\u00e2nduri nici m\u0103car o clip\u0103: p\u0103pu\u0219a a zburat c\u00e2t colo, iar Ro\u0219cata s-a cuib\u0103rit \u00een p\u0103tu\u021b cu gra\u021bia unei regine a\u0219ez\u00e2ndu-se pe tron dup\u0103 \u00eencoronare.
\nTata a r\u00e2s, iar mama a r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte pentru prima oar\u0103 de c\u00e2nd o \u0219tiam. Din ziua aceea Ro\u0219cata \u0219i-a luat locul \u00een familie firesc, de parc\u0103 a\u0219a fusese r\u00e2nduit de la \u00eenceputurile lumii. Eu pluteam \u00een al nou\u0103lea cer, tata se bucura de fericirea mea, mama era \u00een minoritate \u0219i prea \u0219ocat\u0103 ca s\u0103 reac\u021bioneze. Se n\u0103scuse, crescuse \u0219i tr\u0103ise dou\u0103 decenii la \u021bar\u0103. \u0218tia despre animalele cur\u021bii c\u00e2t un zoolog, de\u0219i n-avea doctorat \u00een domeniu. V\u0103zuse \u0219i auzise destule \u0219i nu credea s\u0103 fie ceva care s\u0103 o poat\u0103 surprinde.
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la Ro\u0219cat\u0103. G\u0103ina aceea nu s-a l\u0103sat domesticit\u0103 \u2013 ea ne-a acceptat pe noi. \u00cen mintea ei, pu\u021bin\u0103 sau mult\u0103, cum o fi fost, Ro\u0219cata se \u00eenchipuia om. Pe noi ne vedea ca pe ni\u0219te g\u0103ini mai mari. M\u00e2nca orice \u00eei d\u0103deam din m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103 urma prin toat\u0103 casa. Dac\u0103 m\u0103 a\u0219ezam s\u0103 desenez sau s\u0103 m\u0103 joc cu plastilin\u0103 se oprea \u0219i ea, \u00eencep\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i ciuguleasc\u0103 penele cu nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103 r\u0103bdare.
\n\u00cen anii \u201960 nu existau Pet Shopuri, nu v\u0103zusem cu\u0219tile-vitrine pe geamul c\u0103rora c\u0103\u021bei \u0219i pisicu\u021be se urcau cu labele ori de c\u00e2te ori trecea prin fa\u021ba lor vreun posibil viitor st\u0103p\u00e2n, iar \u00een ochii lor ap\u0103rea o expresie de implorare, de ia-m\u0103 cu tine, n-o s\u0103-\u021bi par\u0103 r\u0103u! O s\u0103 fiu prietenul t\u0103u necuv\u00e2nt\u0103tor, o s\u0103-\u021bi fac via\u021ba frumoas\u0103, ai s\u0103 vezi!
\nRo\u0219cata nu era nici c\u00e2ine, nici pisic\u0103 \u0219i avea un creier c\u00e2t o alun\u0103, \u00een care nu \u00eenc\u0103peau prea multe g\u00e2nduri, dar unul era evident \u2013 puicu\u021ba cea ro\u0219ie voia s\u0103 apar\u021bin\u0103 cuiva. Ne alesese \u0219i, din primul moment, s-a sim\u021bit acas\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i f\u0103cuse culcu\u0219 \u00een c\u0103ruciorul p\u0103pu\u0219ii exilate \u00een debara, ciugulea gr\u00e2u, p\u00e2ine \u0219i cartofi fier\u021bi dintr-o farfurioar\u0103 de por\u021belan ciobit\u0103, supravie\u021buitoarea unui serviciu de Rosenthal. \u0218ti\u021bi cum beau g\u0103inile ap\u0103? Iau c\u00e2teva \u00eenghi\u021bituri, apoi \u00ee\u0219i lungesc g\u00e2tul \u0219i dau capul pe spate, ca ni\u0219te lebede \u00een devenire.
\nRo\u0219cata era o g\u0103inu\u0219\u0103 foarte civilizat\u0103. C\u00e2nd m\u00e2nca nu d\u0103dea nicio firimitur\u0103 pe jos, nu r\u00e2c\u00e2ia covoarele cum ar fi f\u0103cut suratele ei de la \u021bar\u0103 \u0219i, mai ales, nu se g\u0103in\u0103\u021ba prin cas\u0103, ie\u0219ind de fiecare dat\u0103 pe balcon, ca o galinacee educat\u0103 ce era, de parc\u0103 f\u0103cuse un curs al bunelor maniere. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i mama, care nu \u00eeng\u0103duise p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci ca vreo creatur\u0103 cu blan\u0103 ori cu pene s\u0103 ne calce pragul, a fost impresionat\u0103 de purt\u0103rile ei \u0219i a l\u0103sat-o s\u0103 cutreiere \u00een voie prin holul de la intrare \u0219i chiar prin buc\u0103t\u0103rie.
\nPuicu\u021ba se l\u0103sa plimbat\u0103 \u00een c\u0103ruciorul p\u0103pu\u0219ii, pe care \u00eel \u00eempingeam dus-\u00eentors pe balcon. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 o luam \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i coboram sc\u0103rile \u00een curte, unde \u00eei d\u0103deam drumul \u0219tiind c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 se duc\u0103 prea departe. Era cu ochii mereu dup\u0103 mine, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 piard\u0103 cumva, iar c\u00e2nd m\u0103 striga mama la mas\u0103 venea \u0219i ea, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se pe urmele mele ca un c\u00e2ine. \u00cei era greu s\u0103 urce treptele, care-i treceau de piept, dar s\u0103rea de pe una pe alta, p\u00e2n\u0103 sus pe palier, apoi le urca pe ultimele, ca s\u0103 ajung\u0103 \u00een holul dintre apartamentele de la etaj. Acolo arunca priviri \u00een dreapta \u0219i-n st\u00e2nga \u2013 nu cumva d\u0103dea t\u00e2rcoale pechinezul vecinilor? Dac\u0103 nu-l vedea, o lua iute de-a lungul balconului, gr\u0103bindu-se s\u0103 intre pe u\u0219\u0103.
\nMi casa es su casa. Nimeni nu \u00eei spusese asta Ro\u0219catei, \u00eens\u0103 biata puicu\u021b\u0103 a\u0219a credea. Minte de g\u0103in\u0103! \u00ce\u0219i g\u0103sise rostul, locul \u00een lume, o familie care s-o primeasc\u0103, s\u0103 o accepte \u2013 se am\u0103gea ea singur\u0103. Nu era deloc a\u0219a; n-am avut inima s\u0103 i-o spun \u0219i oricum nu m-ar fi \u00een\u021beles, fiind o g\u0103inu\u0219\u0103 naiv\u0103 care \u00ee\u0219i lua dorin\u021bele drept realitate. Am l\u0103sat-o s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i tr\u0103iasc\u0103 basmul, de\u0219i nu-mi f\u0103ceam iluzii despre cum se va sf\u00e2r\u0219i.
\n\u00cenainte s\u0103 \u00eemplinesc \u0219ase ani ajunsesem deja s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg cum era lumea: neiert\u0103toare. Adul\u021bii aveau puterea, ei luau toate deciziile, convin\u0219i c\u0103 numai ei pot s\u0103 hot\u0103rasc\u0103 pentru copiii lor. Iar c\u00e2teodat\u0103 f\u0103ptuiau lucruri foarte rele \u00een numele binelui mai mare. P\u0103rin\u021bii mei nu f\u0103ceau excep\u021bie. O acceptaser\u0103 pe Ro\u0219cat\u0103, \u00eeng\u0103duindu-mi acel unic capriciu cu o privire superior-amuzat\u0103. Dar zilele puicu\u021bei erau num\u0103rate. Eu \u0219tiam, de\u0219i ai mei nu \u0219tiau c\u0103 \u0219tiu, credeau c\u0103 m\u0103 pot duce cu vorba. Apoi vecinul nonagenar, t\u0103ietorul de capete, se va \u00eentoarce re\u00eenvigorat dup\u0103 cura balnear\u0103 la Herculane, Govora sau unde fusese, iar Ro\u0219cata va dispare ca prin farmec; a fugit, va spune mama, privindu-m\u0103 \u00een ochi cu senin\u0103tate, va ad\u0103uga explica\u021bii pe care nu le cerusem, despre poarta uitat\u0103 deschis\u0103 \u0219i cum puicu\u021ba ie\u0219ise pe strad\u0103, sigur nu o c\u0103lcase vreo ma\u0219in\u0103, poate g\u0103sise o alt\u0103 cas\u0103 \u00een alt\u0103 curte, a\u0219a se cro\u0219etau minciunile, cu inima u\u0219oar\u0103 \u0219i cu z\u00e2mbetul pe buze.
\nA doua zi vom avea fiecare \u00een farfurie tocan\u0103 de purcel. Nu mi-e foame, o s\u0103 le zic, mama se va \u00eencrunta, iar eu o s\u0103 iau \u00een sil\u0103 o \u00eembuc\u0103tur\u0103, o s\u0103 \u00eenghit cu noduri \u0219i lacrimi, ca Labi\u0219 \u00een Moartea c\u0103prioarei. Apoi o s\u0103 le spun c\u0103 m-am s\u0103turat, purcelul mi-a c\u0103zut greu, m\u0103 doare burta sau sufletul \u2013 \u0219i-a treia zi totul va fi uitat, via\u021ba merge \u00eenainte, toate-s vechi \u0219i nou\u0103\u2019s toate, dar mai ales trec\u0103toare. Neputin\u021ba, revolta, sunt cealalt\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 a copil\u0103riei, cea nev\u0103zut\u0103, de care nimeni nu vorbe\u0219te, fiindc\u0103 nim\u0103nui nu-i place s\u0103 i se aminteasc\u0103.
\n\u00cen fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 m\u0103 uitam cu team\u0103 la u\u0219a familiei Bodor, la ferestrele lor cu jaluzelele trase. \u0218i, cum de ce \u021bi-e fric\u0103 nu scapi, \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 le-am v\u0103zut ridicate, geamurile larg deschise \u0219i u\u0219a dat\u0103 de perete.
\nVecinii se \u00eentorseser\u0103!
\n\u00cen noaptea aceea n-am reu\u0219it s\u0103 dorm vreo clip\u0103. St\u0103team cu ochii \u00een tavan, g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 cum a\u0219 fi putut totu\u0219i s\u0103 o scap pe Ro\u0219cat\u0103 \u2013 s\u0103-i \u00eenduplec pe ai mei, s\u0103 o iau sub bra\u021b \u0219i s\u0103 fug cu ea \u00een lume? C\u00e2t de departe puteau s\u0103 ajung\u0103 o feti\u021b\u0103 de cinci ani \u0219i o puicu\u021b\u0103 ro\u0219ie?
\n\u00cen zori, Ro\u0219cata nu era \u00een culcu\u0219ul ei din p\u0103tu\u021bul p\u0103pu\u0219ii, iar bolul cu ap\u0103 \u0219i farfuria cu m\u00e2ncare r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 neatinse, a\u0219a cum le l\u0103sasem de cu seara. De c\u00e2te ori o strigam, puicu\u021ba venea alerg\u00e2nd \u0219i \u00eemi s\u0103rea drept \u00een poal\u0103. Am chemat-o, \u00eens\u0103 de data asta n-a ap\u0103rut, nu mi-a r\u0103spuns dec\u00e2t t\u0103cerea, nu mi s-a c\u0103\u021b\u0103rat \u00een bra\u021be dec\u00e2t nelini\u0219tea.
\nPoate se ascunsese undeva, f\u0103cea asta c\u00e2teodat\u0103, iar c\u00e2nd voia s\u0103 fie singur\u0103 se cuib\u0103rea \u00een vreun cotlon, la \u00eentuneric, \u0219i mo\u021b\u0103ia cu capul pe o arip\u0103. Dormea \u00eentotdeauna cu ochii deschi\u0219i, de parc\u0103 ar fi stat de veghe p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i-n somn… Sub mas\u0103 nu era, nici dup\u0103 bufetul din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, nici pe pedala ma\u0219inii de cusut Singer, nici \u00een jardiniera cu flori unde se urca ca s\u0103 priveasc\u0103 totul de la \u00een\u0103l\u021bime.
\nRo\u0219cata nu mai era, at\u00e2t.
\nA\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 pot \u00eentreba ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase, s\u0103-mi fac griji; o apucase dorul de duc\u0103, puteam s\u0103-mi \u00eenchipui, \u0219i a fugit undeva \u2013 oriunde. \u00cens\u0103 \u00een mintea mea nu r\u0103m\u0103sese loc pentru mir\u0103ri stupide, speran\u021be proste\u0219ti.
\nRo\u0219cata era moart\u0103, la fel ca porumbelul Arthur pe care tata \u00eel \u00eenvelise \u00eentr-o p\u00e2nz\u0103 de sac \u0219i \u00eel culcase \u00eentr-o groap\u0103 s\u0103pat\u0103 \u00een spatele cur\u021bii, umpl\u00e2nd-o cu p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i acoperind-o cu pietre. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 m\u0103 duceam s\u0103 m\u0103 uit la bolovanii aceia; porumbelul dormea dedesubt, lini\u0219tit \u0219i \u00eemp\u0103cat cu toate, \u00eemi pl\u0103cea s\u0103 cred. Dar… cum ar fi fost s\u0103 mi-l fi pus pe Arthur \u00een farfurie?
\nC\u00e2teodat\u0103 adul\u021bii sunt r\u0103i, cruzi sau doar nep\u0103s\u0103tori fa\u021b\u0103 de copiii lor \u2013 timp \u00een care nu istovesc s\u0103 le spun\u0103 c\u00e2t de mult \u00eei iubesc, cum absolut tot ce fac e numai pentru binele lor, iar nerecunosc\u0103torii de ei o s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 asta \u00eentr-o zi. C\u00e2nd? C\u00e2nd vor fi la r\u00e2ndul lor ni\u0219te adul\u021bi responsabili, care s\u0103 taie \u00een carne vie cu bisturiul inflexibilit\u0103\u021bii, deschiz\u00e2nd r\u0103ni ce nu se vor vindeca niciodat\u0103.
\nP\u0103rin\u021bii mei nu erau acas\u0103 \u00een diminea\u021ba aceea, altfel mi-ar fi citit \u00een ochi furia, r\u0103zvr\u0103tirea, nu doar \u00eempotriva lor, ci a \u00eentregii lumi a celor mari. Fiecare g\u00e2nd al meu mai punea c\u00e2te un bolovan peste mormanul care-mi strivea pieptul, dar m-am scuturat din amor\u021bire.
\nTrebuia s\u0103 v\u0103d, s\u0103 \u0219tiu!
\nAm cobor\u00e2t sc\u0103rile c\u00e2te dou\u0103 odat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin de balustrad\u0103. Pe la mijloc m-am \u00eempiedicat \u2212 e de mirare c\u0103 nu m-am dus de-a rostogolul pe trepte. Curtea era pustie \u0219i am pornit spre canal, cu pa\u0219i ce \u00eencetineau f\u0103r\u0103 voie pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce m\u0103 apropiam, de parc\u0103 aerul devenise m\u00e2los, de parc\u0103 \u00eemi t\u00e2ram picioarele printr-o mla\u0219tin\u0103.
\nPata de l\u00e2ng\u0103 gr\u0103tarul canalului era la locul ei, uscat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u00e2nge proasp\u0103t. Aici, roti\u021bele min\u021bii mi s-au \u00een\u021bepenit \u0219i \u00eencercam zadarnic s\u0103 le fac s\u0103 porneasc\u0103, c\u00e2nd am auzit glasuri. Veneau din magazia noastr\u0103 \u0219i am recunoscut \u00eent\u00e2i vocea mamei, apoi pe cea a tatei.
\nC\u00e2nd am intrat, \u00een v\u00e2rful picioarelor, i-am g\u0103sit l\u00e2ng\u0103 motocicleta Awo Simson, preg\u0103tit\u0103 de plecare. Tata \u00ee\u0219i punea casca neagr\u0103, \u00eencheindu-\u0219i curelele sub b\u0103rbie, mama lega un co\u0219 de r\u0103chit\u0103 pe \u0219aua din spate, unde era locul bagajelor sau st\u0103tea pasagerul motocicletei. Plecau am\u00e2ndoi, ru\u0219ina\u021bi de ce f\u0103ptuiser\u0103, fugeau ca s\u0103 nu dea ochii cu mine? \u00centr-ai mamei nu era \u00eens\u0103 vreo umbr\u0103 de vinov\u0103\u021bie \u2013 poate i se p\u0103rea firesc s\u0103 o dea pe Ro\u0219cat\u0103 pe m\u00e2na lui Bodor-baci. Iar tata… Z\u00e2mbea ca atunci c\u00e2nd scotea un cadou de sub crengile bradului de Cr\u0103ciun. Ce puseser\u0103 la cale?
\n\u2013 Unde e Ro\u0219cata? am \u00eentrebat, tem\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de r\u0103spuns \u0219i a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-l cu sufletul la gur\u0103.
\n\u0218i-atunci am auzit un cotcod\u0103cit \u00eenfundat, ca un ecou venind de departe. De pe lumea cealalt\u0103? Nu, din co\u0219ul de r\u0103chit\u0103 c\u0103ruia tata i-a ridicat capacul, l\u0103s\u00e2nd s\u0103 se i\u021beasc\u0103 c\u0103p\u0219orul ro\u0219cat al puicu\u021bei.
\n\u2013 O s\u0103-i plac\u0103 la Vl\u0103deni… a \u00eenceput tata.
\nMai mult n-a apucat s\u0103 spun\u0103 fiindc\u0103 i-am s\u0103rit \u00een bra\u021be, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cea Ro\u0219cata cu mine, ciugulindu-i obrajii cu s\u0103rut\u0103ri. Mama a sur\u00e2s doar, apoi a ie\u0219it, fiindc\u0103 treburile casei nu se f\u0103ceau singure.
\nPuicu\u021ba cea ro\u0219ie pleca spre satul p\u0103rin\u021bilor mei, unde \u00eei era locul, \u00een curtea cea mare \u0219i gr\u0103dina plin\u0103 de iarb\u0103 \u0219i flori a bunicii. Eram at\u00e2t de fericit\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t a\u0219 fi r\u0103mas ag\u0103\u021bat\u0103 de g\u00e2tul tatei o ve\u0219nicie. C\u00e2t de bine m\u0103 cuno\u0219tea, m\u0103 \u00een\u021belegea!
\n\u00centr-at\u00e2t \u00eenc\u00e2t a sim\u021bit nevoia s\u0103-mi deslu\u0219easc\u0103 lucrurile:
\n\u2013 A fost ideea mamei s\u0103 o trimitem la \u021bar\u0103. G\u0103inile bunicii sunt cu siguran\u021b\u0103 cele mai proaste din tot satul, se las\u0103 m\u00e2ncate de vulpi \u0219i dihori, prinse de \u0219oimi, iar unele adorm pe stinghiile cote\u021bului \u0219i cad noaptea \u00een capul porcului, care nu scap\u0103 ocazia s\u0103 se ghiftuiasc\u0103. Dac\u0103 puii ie\u0219i\u021bi din ou\u0103le Ro\u0219catei vor fi ca ea, curtea bunicii o s\u0103 se umple cur\u00e2nd de g\u0103ini de\u0219tepte.
\nCe mai era de spus? Exact a\u0219a a fost, puicu\u021be \u0219i coco\u0219ei ro\u0219ii au prosperat \u00een b\u0103t\u0103tura bunicii, progeniturile Ro\u0219catei cea cu mintea ager\u0103 f\u0103c\u00e2nd ou\u0103 de culoarea aramei, cum nu erau altele \u00een Vl\u0103deni. Bunica nu se \u00eendura s\u0103 le taie \u0219i, de\u0219i g\u0103ina b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 face zeama bun\u0103, ori a\u0219a umbl\u0103 vorba pe la sate, niciuna dintre urma\u0219ele Ro\u0219catei n-a ajuns vreodat\u0103 \u00een oal\u0103. <\/p>\n


\nMarin RADA<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0218OIM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Scriu direct cu inima
\npoemul pe care \u00eel port
\ntoat\u0103 via\u021ba pe um\u0103r,
\noamenii nu \u00eel v\u0103d
\ndar mi se cite\u0219te
\npe frunte povara, <\/p>\n

Uneori r\u0103m\u00e2nem \u00een balan\u021b\u0103
\n\u00eentre dou\u0103 sunete,
\nvia\u021ba \u0219i moartea
\nsunt doar sfere
\nale materiei ancestrale,
\nnimic nu este \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor,
\nochiul nev\u0103zut m\u0103 p\u00e2nde\u0219te,
\nr\u00e2d \u0219i pl\u00e2ng
\npurt\u00e2nd pe um\u0103r poemul
\nca pe un \u0219oim fl\u0103m\u00e2nd,
\n\u00eenainte de v\u00e2n\u0103toare…<\/p>\n


\nPetru\u0219 ANDREI <\/strong>
\n\"\"

Jum\u0103tatea mea de c\u00e2ntec<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea mea de soare,
\nJum\u0103tatea mea de nor,
\nJum\u0103tate de r\u0103coare
\n\u0218i de foc mistuitor.<\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea mea de ploaie,
\nJum\u0103tate de p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\nJum\u0103tatea mea de foaie,
\nJum\u0103tate de cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea mea de clip\u0103,
\nJum\u0103tate de av\u00e2nt
\nJum\u0103tate de arip\u0103
\n\u0218i de zbor sublim \u0219i c\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea mea de via\u021b\u0103,
\nJum\u0103tatea mea de drum,
\nDe-nsorita diminea\u021b\u0103
\n\u0218i de lini\u0219tea de-acum.<\/p>\n

Jum\u0103tatea mea de noapte
\n\u0218i de vis \u00eenalt spre z\u0103ri,
\nJum\u0103tatea mea de moarte
\n\u0218i de-at\u00e2tea renun\u021b\u0103ri.<\/p>\n


\nDoamne, f\u0103-m\u0103 fil\u0103-n carte\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne, f\u0103-m\u0103 r\u00e2u de munte
\nS\u0103 adape c\u0103prioare
\n\u0218i s-adune doruri multe
\nDe la pl\u00e2nsele fecioare.<\/p>\n

Doamne, f\u0103-m\u0103 Stea polar\u0103
\nPentru nava \u00een furtun\u0103
\nCa, pe marea cea amar\u0103
\nS\u0103-\u0219i urmeze calea bun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doamne, f\u0103-m\u0103 lum\u00e2nare
\nC\u0103l\u0103uz\u0103-n nop\u021bi senine,
\nCa s\u0103 lumineze-altare
\nMistuindu-se pe sine.<\/p>\n

Doamne, f\u0103-m\u0103 fil\u0103-n carte,
\nM\u00e2na s\u0103 m\u0103 r\u0103sfoiasc\u0103
\n\u0218i ochi dragi, r\u0103ma\u0219i departe,
\nSerile s\u0103 m\u0103 citeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nRug\u0103ciune<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dezn\u0103dejdea prinde gur\u0103,
\nApa vie-n pu\u021buri seac\u0103,
\nDin eresuri \u0219i natur\u0103,
\nPrigoni\u021bi, cocorii pleac\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doamne, las\u0103-mi visuri \u00eenc\u0103 \u2013
\nS\u0103 cioplesc \u0219i eu \u00een st\u00e2nc\u0103
\nTemplul bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bii Tale.<\/p>\n

Las\u0103-mi sufletul s\u0103 simt\u0103
\nValul dulce al iubirii,
\nM\u0103 alin\u0103 \u0219i m-alint\u0103
\nCu aripa nemuririi.<\/p>\n

F\u0103-m\u0103 pulbere de stele
\nCa s\u0103 luminez \u00een bezn\u0103
\nToate g\u00e2ndurile mele
\n\u0218i catifelata glezn\u0103.<\/p>\n

F\u0103-m\u0103 pas\u0103re-n furtun\u0103
\nS\u0103-nfrunt ploile \u0219i v\u00e2ntul,
\n\u0218i c\u00e2nd fulger\u0103 \u0219i tun\u0103,
\n\u021aie s\u0103-\u021ai aud Cuv\u00e2ntul.<\/p>\n

F\u0103-m\u0103 pagin\u0103 de carte
\nS\u0103 dezmierde \u0219i s-aline
\nPe cei dragi, r\u0103ma\u0219i departe,
\nC\u00e2nd \u0219i-or aminti de mine.<\/p>\n


\nHoinarul singuratic<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u0103l\u0103tor prin timpul vie\u021bii mele
\nHoin\u0103resc pe unde-mi spune pasul
\n\u0218i-nvelit c-o mantie de stele
\nPe sub lun\u0103 mi-i adesea masul.<\/p>\n

Mai e via\u021b\u0103-n crengile brumate
\n\u0218i mai sunt dorin\u021be ne-mplinite
\nCe vor fi ca frunzele uscate
\n\u00cen tuspatru v\u00e2nturi risipite.<\/p>\n

Fluturii ginga\u0219i ai amintirii
\nSe desprind \u00eencet din crisalid\u0103
\nIar eu bat la por\u021bile iubirii
\nDar nu vine nimeni s\u0103-mi deschid\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nRug\u0103 de sear\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doamne, Milostiv P\u0103rinte,
\nCe mi-ai dat, din plin, de toate
\nA\u0219 avea o rug\u0103minte
\nC\u00e2t spre cerul T\u0103u se poate.<\/p>\n

Mi-ai dat ce-i mai bun pe lume
\nCu asupra de m\u0103sur\u0103,
\nHarul mi l-ai dat anume
\nS\u0103 devin\u0103-nv\u0103\u021b\u0103tur\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u0218i at\u00e2ta fericire
\nC\u00e2t \u00een inim\u0103 \u00eencape
\n\u0218i credin\u021ba \u00een iubire
\nCa ni\u0219te sclipiri de ape.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi \u0219tiu, Doamne, neputin\u021ba
\n\u0218i p\u0103catele \u0219i vina
\n\u00cens\u0103 cru\u021b\u0103-mi suferin\u021ba
\n\u0218i nu \u00eemi lua lumina.<\/p>\n


\nDesp\u0103r\u021bire <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sigur c-am s\u0103 plec odat\u0103
\nUndeva, s\u0103 nu mai vin,
\n\u00centr-o noapte \u00eenstelat\u0103
\nAm s\u0103 plec s\u0103 mor pu\u021bin.<\/p>\n

Voi l\u0103sa \u00een urm\u0103 toate
\nC-am s\u0103 plec f\u0103r\u0103 alai
\n\u0218i-am s\u0103 pun doar c\u00e2t se poate
\n\u00cen bagajul pentru rai.<\/p>\n

De aceea, v\u0103 las vou\u0103
\nTot ceea ce am mai bun:
\nSoare bl\u00e2nd \u0219i lun\u0103 nou\u0103
\nC\u0103 n-am unde s\u0103 le pun.<\/p>\n

Las luceferi \u0219i las stele
\nLa lumina lor s\u0103 sta\u021bi,
\nApele r\u0103m\u00e2n \u0219i ele
\nS\u0103 n-aud c\u0103 v\u0103 certa\u021bi.<\/p>\n

V\u0103 mai las spre desf\u0103tare,
\nP\u0103s\u0103rile cu-al lor c\u00e2nt,
\nMun\u021bii nal\u021bi \u0219i larga mare
\n\u0218i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul drag \u0219i sf\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-am s\u0103 plec la bra\u021b c-o doamn\u0103
\nNavig\u00e2nd pe m\u0103ri de dor
\n\u0218i-am s\u0103 las pe-un cer de toamn\u0103
\nUn lung \u021bip\u0103t de cocor.<\/p>\n

\u0218i-am s\u0103-mi iau cu mine-ndat\u0103
\nLacrimile str\u00e2nse-n ploi,
\n\u0218i-am s\u0103 las iubirea toat\u0103
\nS-o-mp\u0103r\u021bi\u021bi voi \u00eende voi.<\/p>\n


\nVorbi\u021bi-mi despre Dumnezeu<\/strong><\/p>\n

Era, pe-atunci, o zi cu soare
\n\u0218i \u00een a lacrimilor vale
\nDeodat-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een cale
\nO pas\u0103re, un ram \u0219i-o floare.<\/p>\n

Dar ramura era uscat\u0103
\n\u0218i pas\u0103rea era t\u0103cut\u0103
\nIar floarea \u00eenc\u0103 necrescut\u0103
\n\u0218i le-am rugat pe toate-ndat\u0103
\nDe Dumnezeu ca s\u0103-mi vorbeasc\u0103<\/p>\n

Iar El s\u0103 ne binecuv\u00e2nte
\n\u0218i pas\u0103rea-ncepu s\u0103 c\u00e2nte
\n\u0218i floarea \u00eencepu s\u0103 creasc\u0103
\n\u0218i ramura s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103.<\/p>\n


\nVino \u00eentr-o \u00eenserare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ninge-m\u0103 cu vorbe calde
\nMoi ca puful de z\u0103pad\u0103
\nC\u00e2t \u00een noi un foc mai arde
\n\u0218i-nflore\u0219te o livad\u0103.<\/p>\n

Plou\u0103-m\u0103 cu m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere
\nC\u00e2t mai sta-vom \u00eempreun\u0103
\n\u0218i-n crepusculul de miere
\nC\u00e2nt de pas\u0103re r\u0103sun\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mai adie-mi cu privirea
\nInima de dor cercat\u0103,
\nF\u0103, din jar mocnit, iubirea
\nFlac\u0103ra de alt\u0103dat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Vino \u00eentr-o \u00eenserare
\n\u0218i, ca-n via\u021b\u0103, zi-mi pe nume,
\nS\u0103 mai v\u0103d, la lum\u00e2nare,
\nCe mi-a fost mai drag pe lume.<\/p>\n

(Din volumul \u201eO sut\u0103 \u0219i una de poezii\u201d, Editura Academiei Rom\u00e2ne, 2022)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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