Io-mi mut \u0219i cre\u0219tinele de-acas\u0103, singurele cretine, unicele, mu\u0219catele, dou\u0103, uitatele, nemi\u0219catele, crescute \u0219i ele \u00eentr-o mare dung\u0103. Dar vorba-n dung\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 o mai vreau, pe aia nu mi-o iei, c\u0103 te bat. Io-mi mut \u0219i \u0219taiful \u0219i iert\u0103rile \u0219i tot ce vrei, dac\u0103 vrei. Grumazul \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a defectat, pe \u0103la \u00eenc\u0103 nu mi-l plec, m\u0103 fac cu tot ce-\u021bi pic\u0103 \u021bie bine, c\u0103 nu-s festin, c\u0103 festinul mi-o murit, io-s umil. C\u0103 mi s-a acrit de at\u00e2ta frac \u0219i de at\u00e2tea \u00eendoieli \u0219i lorelai sc\u00e2rbite. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mnezeule, zic \u0219i io, ca prostul, un prost cu capul tot plecat, leruind, doar ridic\u0103-te \u0219i arat\u0103-\u021bi niscaiva chipul \u0219i las\u0103-mi dunga \u00een picioare. Nu moare nimeni f\u0103r\u0103 socoteli, ai spus, \u0219i o tot spui, \u0219i surzi \u0219i pro\u0219ti tot suntem \u0219i r\u0103m\u00e2nem \u0219i ne faci \u0219i c\u0103 o s\u0103 fie \u0219i-o s\u0103 \u0219tie \u0219i c\u0103 s\u0103 tot vrei s\u0103 te-auzim. \u0218i curca-n lemne nu mai latr\u0103, maiestuo\u0219i te tot vrem, ascult\u0103tori, cu r\u00e2vne multe, cu redute rupte, ne tot uit\u0103m \u00een z\u0103ri, s\u0103 te z\u0103rim, ne privim f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne vedem, ne ascult\u0103m surzi cu iasc\u0103 stins\u0103 \u0219i colind\u0103torii muribunzi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tu la ce film te ui\u021bi, doamne? Mai e\u0219ti? Tu te mai \u0219i de\u0219tep\u021bi c\u00e2nd ne vrei? \u00centreb\u0103rile au devenit prea mute, ursuze, str\u00e2mbe, stau sc\u0103l\u0103mb\u0103ite, obosesc ascunse pe la col\u021buri, ba ascu\u021bite, ba aplecate, ba neauzite, ba aruncate la-nt\u00e2mplare, str\u00e2mte, asmu\u021bite alteori, iert\u0103toare, mincinoase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i copiii, brusc \u0219i dintr-o dat\u0103, nu mai sunt copii, cresc invers \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 un mereu, cre\u0219te sc\u00e2rba odioas\u0103 ca o floare de istorie proast\u0103. Iertarea e doar ur\u0103, nu ne mai auzim de-amiaz\u0103 \u0219i nici muta nu mai e mut\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chiar \u0219i focul, brusc, parc\u0103 prea arde. Ne gunoim \u0219i parc\u0103 \u0219i somnul nu ne mai e somn. Murir\u0103m to\u021bi, c\u00e2ndva, \u00een straie de s\u0103rb\u0103toare, maiestuo\u0219i, cu un Ion, Vasile \u0219i cu-n Gheorghe, arunca\u021bi, \u00eenv\u0103lui\u021bi, crescu\u021bi ascult\u0103tori \u00eentr-o \u021bar\u0103 \u00een care \u0219i vaca r\u00e2de ca proasta la barier\u0103. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cemi doare inima \u0219i ulii \u0219i tot ce mai aveam c\u00e2ndva \u0219i viu. \u00cemi mai cre\u0219team salc\u00e2mii \u0219i cire\u0219ul aruncat prea cumva \u0219i aiurea chiar. Mul\u021bumeam, sfios, istoriei, iar voi m\u0103 clintea\u021bi, \u0219ov\u0103ielnic, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd printre ferestre aburinde, cu lumin\u0103 \u0219i alb-negru s\u0103 m\u0103 vre\u021bi cumva \u0219i viu. M\u0103 clinteam. Vorba \u0103luia, prea degeaba, prea ne suntem. Mi-am citit ca prostul \u0219i vioara \u0219i arcu\u0219ul, tot, prea dintr-o dat\u0103. \u0218i parc\u0103 prea \u00eencet \u0219i dintr-o dat\u0103 ne uit\u0103m, c\u00e2nd ne uit\u0103m, prea \u0219ov\u0103ielnic, sc\u00e2ncind, cresc\u00e2nd dintr-o iertare, cresc\u00e2nd mu\u0219cate \u00een gr\u0103dina lui, imaginar\u0103, st\u00e2nd doar \u00een picioare. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ispita de a-nchide poarta nu e-n m\u00e2inile \u00eentinse, ude, transpirate. \u0218i de\u0219teptarea se f\u0103cuse nop\u021bile uitate. \u0218i muzica mamei a t\u0103cut. Mi-a spus prieten c\u0103 nu sunt ce am fost, c\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 culc, c\u0103 focul oricum o s\u0103 ard\u0103 mereu cum o tot ars. Au murit \u0219i meterezele pe care le-aveam, le prea \u0219tiam, le construiam, c\u00e2ndva, \u00eenv\u0103luind anotimpuri mult prea ude, prea triumfal. Prea epocal. Ne mai vedem c\u00e2nd ne-nt\u00e2lnim.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Io-mi mut \u0219i cre\u0219tinele de-acas\u0103, singurele cretine, unicele, mu\u0219catele, dou\u0103, uitatele, nemi\u0219catele, crescute \u0219i ele \u00eentr-o mare dung\u0103. Dar vorba-n dung\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 o mai vreau, pe aia nu mi-o iei, c\u0103 te bat. Io-mi mut \u0219i \u0219taiful \u0219i iert\u0103rile \u0219i tot ce vrei, dac\u0103 vrei. Grumazul \u00eenc\u0103 nu s-a defectat, pe \u0103la \u00eenc\u0103 nu mi-l […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11822,"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":[231,865,51,91],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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