Mi-ai c\u00e2ntat nop\u021bi \u0219i bucurii mi-ai c\u00e2ntat. Am pl\u00e2ns \u0219i-am r\u00e2s la s\u00e2nul t\u0103u. \u00cen iarna \u00een care te-am visat m-ai \u0219i n\u0103scut. Putere mi-ai dat c\u00e2nd am c\u0103zut. M-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b. Cuvintele mi le-ai dat, pe toate, voce \u0219i grai mi-ai dat, auzul mi l-ai ascu\u021bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103-mi fac din fulgere prieteni \u0219i din imagini \u0219i st\u0103ri un sim\u021b mai aparte. Tunetul naturii mi-ai spus c\u0103-i tr\u0103ire, c\u00e2ntecul de pas\u0103re c\u0103-i murmur \u0219i susurul de ap\u0103 c\u0103-i auz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mi-ai \u00eenmuiat durerile \u0219i mi-ai \u00eenfr\u00e2nt fricile, cu mult\u0103 r\u0103bdare. \u00cenc\u0103 simt bra\u021bele tale protectoare \u0219i respira\u021bia ta care \u00eemi spuneau s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc, mai ales la via\u021b\u0103. Am tr\u0103it ca s\u0103 te tr\u0103iesc, mai ales 88 de ani. \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc. Meritul e la tine. De fapt, mam\u0103, \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc \u00een numele tuturor celor care te-au cunoscut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oare, \u00ee\u021bi mai aminte\u0219ti, mam\u0103, de anul demonstrat 1977, c\u00e2nd se cutremura p\u0103m\u00e2ntul? M-ai luat \u00een bra\u021be, cu tine cu tot, \u0219i-ai fugit cu mine, ca \u0219i cum eram singura ta comoar\u0103. M\u0103 \u00eenclin, mam\u0103, tu ai fost comoara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Azi, unii, te hulesc, chiar dac\u0103 le-ai dus bani \u0219i respira\u021bie, \u00eentr-o cas\u0103, pe-o mas\u0103, zile. Sunt prins \u0219i eu \u00een capcana \u201dnu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 fac cu tine, la 88 de ani\u201d. Acum c\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni \u0219tiai cine sunt, acum nu mai \u0219tii nici m\u0103car cine e\u0219ti tu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Te-au vrut bunic\u0103, azi te vor moart\u0103. Te-am vrut mam\u0103, mi-ai fost \u0219i tat\u0103, azi nu te vreau la azil. Eu niciodat\u0103. Mi-au murit secundele \u00een care lumea nu vrea s\u0103 te rabde. \u00cemi fac daci din terci \u0219i-\u021bi amintesc, r\u0103stignind minutele, fl\u0103m\u00e2ndele. \u00cemi erai cucuta, ascunzita, cocori c\u00e2ntau la \u0219trand c\u00e2nd din porumb prea crud \u00eemi \u00eencetam tremuratul foamei. Erai prea departe, prea singur\u0103, prea cu mama ta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mi-am cutremurat foamea \u0219i dorul de unii. Pe vremea aia iubeam \u0219i cristo\u0219i \u0219i libelule \u0219i crinii. Azi e\u0219ti c\u00e2ndva. Azi or s\u0103 te moar\u0103. Azi o s\u0103 ori o s\u0103 mori sau s\u0103 mai e\u0219ti. \u021ai-am scris asta. Cel pu\u021bin aici o s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti, cumva. Pe veci, cu dorin\u021be, cu r\u0103bd\u0103ri.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mi-ai c\u00e2ntat nop\u021bi \u0219i bucurii mi-ai c\u00e2ntat. Am pl\u00e2ns \u0219i-am r\u00e2s la s\u00e2nul t\u0103u. \u00cen iarna \u00een care te-am visat m-ai \u0219i n\u0103scut. Putere mi-ai dat c\u00e2nd am c\u0103zut. M-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b. Cuvintele mi le-ai dat, pe toate, voce \u0219i grai mi-ai dat, auzul mi l-ai ascu\u021bit. M-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103-mi fac din fulgere prieteni […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3520,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[864],"tags":[1096,44,1035],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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