Azi, prin cuvinte, m-ai fi decretat copil cretin, al t\u0103u, maiestuoas\u0103, cuminte, triumfal\u0103, cum erai, copil, copilul t\u0103u, cu multe cuvinte mi-ai fi spus, prea multe, uneori, c\u0103 sunt, c\u0103 prea sunt. \u0218tiai c\u0103 nu voi fi cuminte, cum, poate, te a\u0219teptai, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 c\u0103rai, ostenit\u0103, pe poteci, ca s\u0103 fim, ca s\u0103 ne suntem. Copil prost, ce eram. \u0218i tu m\u0103 c\u0103rai, iar eu nu \u00een\u021belegeam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dac\u0103 mai erai! Cumva, cum numai tu \u0219tiai. E Cr\u0103ciun, ie pro\u0219ti p-acilea. M\u0103 uimeai mereu cu cozonacii. \u0218tiai chiar \u0219i colinde. Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat \u0219i io colinde, c\u0103 tu ai fost, c\u0103 ai existat. Io nu \u0219tiam cum s\u0103 m\u0103 fiu, cum s\u0103 m\u0103 sunt. Ce prost am fost. Dar \u00ee\u021bi promit c\u0103 o s\u0103-\u021bi fiu o\u0219tean, cu idealul cu care m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, c\u0103 a\u0219a m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, o\u0219tean cu glasul tremurat. \u0218i-\u021bi promit c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 o s\u0103 mor o s\u0103-\u021bi ap\u0103r crezul. \u0218i s\u0103 c\u00e2nt m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat. \u0218i s\u0103 iubesc \u0219i s\u0103 primesc prin cas\u0103 scara c\u0103\u0219ilor \u0219i s\u0103-mi culc durerile cu grij\u0103, r\u0103nile s\u0103 le ostoesc cu piapt\u0103nele \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103rii. Cu cerul p\u0103 c\u0103lc\u00e2ie s\u0103-l c\u00e2nt \u0219i s\u0103-l desc\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Azi ie ast\u0103zi, mam\u0103, \u0219i ie \u0219i cr\u0103ciun \u0219i pandemie – chiar, cu mul\u021bi t\u00e2mpi\u021bi \u0219i cu oameni \u0219i cu mult\u0103 t\u0103m\u00e2ie, cu surghiuni\u021bi. Stele se sting, oameni mor \u00eencet, \u00eencet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc, mam\u0103. M\u00e2inile mele sunt magice, a\u0219a spuneai. A\u0219a-mi spuneai. Ai fost magic\u0103, unic\u0103, \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc, eu, \u00een numele tuturor magilor pe care i-ai iubit. Ai fost, mam\u0103, cu mine, cu to\u021bi fra\u021bii care \u021bi-au murit prea dureros de timpuriu \u0219i de \u00eenc\u0103 odat\u0103 \u0219i tot mereu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Te iubesc. \u00cenc\u0103-mi tr\u0103ie\u0219ti. Iart\u0103-mi durerile, iart\u0103-mi s\u0103rb\u0103torile t\u00e2mpite pe care le-am adus cu mine \u00een cas\u0103, \u00een nemerniciile mele t\u00e2mpite, mam\u0103. \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc pentru foame, pentru frig \u0219i pentru tremuratul fulgerului, pentru toate, mam\u0103. \u0218i pentru fric\u0103, \u00ee\u021bi mul\u021bumesc, mam\u0103. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 sunt. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 ai fost. Mul\u021bumesc c\u0103 ai fost pe metereze rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti \u0219i c\u0103 m-ai f\u0103cut ce sunt \u0219i cum m\u0103 simt. \u00cenc\u0103 sunt. \u00cenc\u0103 tremur. \u00cenc\u0103 mai simt c\u0103 ninge. Ninge, mam\u0103. Mul\u021bumesc. M\u0103 \u00eenclin p\u00e2n\u0103 la alinul r\u0103nilor tale. Te iubesc, mam\u0103. Sunt aici, \u00eenc\u0103. Mul\u021bumesc, mam\u0103, c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 p\u0103\u0219esc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Azi, prin cuvinte, m-ai fi decretat copil cretin, al t\u0103u, maiestuoas\u0103, cuminte, triumfal\u0103, cum erai, copil, copilul t\u0103u, cu multe cuvinte mi-ai fi spus, prea multe, uneori, c\u0103 sunt, c\u0103 prea sunt. \u0218tiai c\u0103 nu voi fi cuminte, cum, poate, te a\u0219teptai, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 c\u0103rai, ostenit\u0103, pe poteci, ca s\u0103 fim, ca s\u0103 ne suntem. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11209,"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":[231,865,91],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n