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<\/p>\nEra o p\u0103dure cu fagi mari, drep\u021bi, de un gri \u015fi-o netezime, imaculate.
\nUnde z\u0103bovea soarele mai mult d\u0103deam de c\u00e2te-un p\u00e2lc de stejari. Mai erau carpeni, c\u00e2te-un mesteac\u0103n mare, tufi\u015furi de alun, corn, s\u00e2nger.<\/p>\n
Lumina g\u0103lbuie c\u0103dea piezi\u015f, printre copaci, peste o muchie plin\u0103 de ferigi \u015fi de mu\u015fchi \u015fi f\u0103cea umbre uria\u015fe, supra-dimensionate. Ca \u00een Valhalla Rising a lu’ Nicolas Winding Refn, \u0103la cu Mads Mikkelsen, colegu’ mai puriu care pe urm-a prins reclama aia la Heineken. \u00cel \u015fti\u021bi sigur. Probably…<\/p>\n
P\u0103\u015feam destul de atent, de parc\u0103 umblam cu furatul. M\u0103 mai opream s\u0103 str\u00e2ng c\u00e2te-un pumn de m\u0103cri\u015ful iepurelui (Oxalis Acetosella), \u0103la ce seam\u0103n\u0103 cu trifoiul, doar c\u0103-i acri\u015for \u015fi mai sub\u021bire. Pe la noi \u00eei zice talpa g\u00e2\u015ftii.<\/p>\n
Nu ratam s\u0103 calc nicio creang\u0103 uscat\u0103. Pocneau rotund, cu reverb \u015fi speriau p\u0103s\u0103rile care r\u00e2c\u00e2iau litiera.
\nC\u00e2nd au \u00eenceput r\u0103cnetele \u015fi scandalul m-am ad\u0103postit \u00eentr-o viroag\u0103 sub o tuf\u0103 de m\u0103ce\u015f.<\/p>\n
I-am v\u0103zut \u015fi pe unii \u015fi pe al\u021bii \u015fi-am \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
\u0102i din dreapta erau zdren\u021b\u0103ro\u015fi, puternici, picta\u021bi, \u00eenarma\u021bi cu b\u00e2te \u015fi topoare \u015fi arcuri. Erau \u015fi s\u0103bii. F\u0103r\u0103 c\u0103petenie.<\/p>\n
Cei din st\u00e2nga \u015fan\u021bului erau alinia\u021bi, str\u0103lucitori, purtau armuri u\u015foare \u015fi zale.<\/p>\n
\u015ei-i conducea o femeie blond\u0103 cu p\u0103rul str\u00e2ns \u00eentr-o coad\u0103 groas\u0103, \u00eempletit\u0103, ce-i at\u00e2rna pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ureche, pe piept.
\nPurta o c\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 de zale de forma \u015fi dimensiunile unui epitrahil, ca la popii no\u015ftri, care-i ad\u0103postea p\u00e2ntecele rotund, de luna a vi.a.
\nIar o cruce mare cum sunt cele de pe colivele serioase, trona \u00een mijlocul \u021bes\u0103turii de fier, exact peste burta femeii \u015fi peste copil.<\/p>\n
Eu aveam un b\u0103\u021b de p\u0103ducel (Crataegus) \u015fi o s\u0103cultea\u021b\u0103 cu o bretea de trecut peste piept, ce se str\u00e2ngea la gur\u0103 cu un \u015fnur. \u015ei \u00een\u0103untru o m\u00e2n\u0103 de bure\u021bi; vreo c\u00e2\u021biva iu\u021bari, doi hribi, ni\u015fte buruieni…<\/p>\n
Mi-era limpede c\u0103 visez dar voiam s\u0103 vad ce se-nt\u00e2mpl\u0103, am str\u00e2ns ochii, am r\u0103mas acolo.<\/p>\n
Au pornit unii spre al\u021bii \u00een vitez\u0103, cu vorbe grele \u015fi urlete mari. \u00cen cur\u00e2nd aveau s\u0103 umple \u015fan\u021bul \u00een care m\u0103 ascundeam.
\nAm \u015ftiut atunci, pe loc, c\u0103 tre’ s\u0103 aleg o tab\u0103r\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 repede.
\nF\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi bat capul prea mult am \u021b\u00e2\u015fnit spre dreapta, c\u0103tre zdren\u021b\u0103ro\u015fi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen partea cealalt\u0103 \u015fefa lor era cu 4 pa\u015fi mai \u00eenainte, gata s\u0103 ating\u0103 firul v\u0103ii.
\nZ\u0103ng\u0103nitul sacadat al fiarelor ce se izbeau \u00een alergare umpluse p\u0103durea.
\n\u00cemi pocneau t\u00e2mplele, mufat la tensiunea momentului.
\nAm smuls un topor din m\u00e2na cuiva \u015fi cu un r\u0103cnet belicos l-am aruncat \u00eenspre femeie.<\/p>\n
A zburat prin aer, greoi, a\u015fezat, \u015fi-a sunat ca un f\u00e2lf\u00e2it de bufni\u021b\u0103 pe l\u00e2nga geamul deschis, diminea\u021ba pe la 5, vara, prin p\u0103dure pe la Lilieci, pe E 85.<\/p>\n
P\u0103litura a prins-o \u00eentre pa\u015fi cumva, \u00een aer, \u015fi-a dat-o cu cracii-n sus, pe pov\u00e2rni\u015ful pe care-l cobor\u00e2se \u00een vitez\u0103.<\/p>\n
Toporul s-a \u00eempl\u00e2ntat exact \u00een mijlocul crucii, la \u00eembinarea dintre orizontal\u0103 \u015fi vertical\u0103, peste p\u00e2ntecul rotund.<\/p>\n
M-am trezit lac de ap\u0103 \u015fi speriat de groz\u0103via ce-o f\u0103cusem. M-am v\u0103zut \u00een oglind\u0103, ex-oftalmic, r\u0103v\u0103\u015fit.<\/p>\n
Visul \u0103sta, proasp\u0103tul divor\u021b, plus v\u00e2rsta Iisusic\u0103 \u015fi faptul c\u0103 eram lulea dup\u0103 o fat\u0103, m-au f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc s\u0103 merg la terapie.<\/p>\n
Am ales s\u0103 fie o doamn\u0103, nu \u015ftiu de ce. Iat\u0103-m\u0103 la prima \u00eentrevedere, oleac\u0103 stresat, ermetic.
\nDoamna, mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 dec\u00e2t mine cu pu\u021bin, ar\u0103toas\u0103, z\u00e2mbitoare, m\u0103 invit\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015fez pe un fotoliu, \u00een timp ce punea de-un ceai.<\/p>\n
Am luat fiecare c\u00e2te o gur\u0103 de aer, chiti\u021bi s\u0103 d\u0103m drumu’ la treab\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u00eel aud pe Lemmy Killmister de la Motor (fuckin’) head, cu vocea aia a lui testosteronic\u0103, cum \u00eel pr\u0103v\u0103le\u015fte-n \u00eenc\u0103pere pe asul de pic\u0103 (Ace of spades), \u00een zdr\u0103ng\u0103te de chitar\u0103.
\nA\u015fa suna un Nokia de \u0103la vechi, argintiu, cu taste. Telefonul de serviciu, era un coleg.<\/p>\n
Acuma, la treab\u0103, eram numa’ b\u0103ie\u021bi, care mai de care mai b\u0103t\u0103torit, mai a\u021bos, fiecare cu povestea lui.
\nTo\u021bi, nuci tari.
\nF\u0103ceam h\u0103r\u021bi pentru gps.uri, alergam mult prin \u021bar\u0103, \u015fofam cu miile de kilometri, pleca\u021bi cu s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile. Practic, eram un grup omogen \u00een eterogenitatea lui.
\nNe luam la mi\u015fto \u00eenfior\u0103tor, f\u0103r\u0103 scrupule. Ne-am luat de g\u00e2t, ne-am sifonat, ne-am \u00eemprietenit….
\nNe d\u0103deam porecle, alinturi, unele r\u0103m\u00e2neau, altele se schimbau.
\nAveam \u015eefu’ mare, Sociopatul, \u015eefu’ mic, Rozaliul, eu eram Bipolarul, Crocodilul, Nazgulul, Gigi, Violoncelu’, Sigi, Ionuc\u0103 etc.
\nToate cu sens, pentru noi, \u00een “lumea” noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Acum, la telefon, la prima mea \u015fedin\u021b\u0103 de terapie, era Sociopatul.<\/p>\n
\u00cei cer scuze doamnei \u015fi cu m\u00e2ini febrile apuc telefonul la care r\u0103spund \u015fi ap\u0103s \u015fi pe speaker \u00een acela\u015fi timp, din gre\u015feal\u0103, de la emo\u021bii. Sau o fi fost vreun act ratat…<\/p>\n
Ei, \u00een \u00eenc\u0103perea aerisit\u0103 de la etajul 8, \u00eentre operele complete ale lui Freud, \u00eentre Mielu Zlate, Fran\u00e7oise Dolto, the Red Book a lui Jung, Filocalii, Jurnalul Fericirii, o tav\u0103 cu nisip, juc\u0103rii de plastic, Alfred Adler, \u015famd., \u015fi sub atenta observa\u021bie a terapeutului – o ea-, printre arhetipuri \u015fi libido, colegul meu, Sociopatu’ (Sorin – pe numele mic..), m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103, h\u00e2tru:<\/p>\n
– Ce plm faci, b\u0103i, Bipolare?<\/p>\n
Mi-a spus a doua zi c\u0103 voia s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrebe despre ni\u015fte urme de t\u0103lpi goale pe parbriz, pe interior, din tura precedent\u0103 c\u00e2nd fusesem cu ma\u015fina \u015fi mi-am \u00eentins picioarele descul\u021bi p\u00e2n\u0103 pe sticla parbrizului; curios fiind dac\u0103 s-au consumat scene erotice pe scaunul pe care st\u0103 el. Era genul care sim\u021bea s\u0103-\u015fi dezinfecteze des m\u00e2inile.<\/p>\n
M-a deranjat.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 prima \u015fedin\u021b\u0103 am \u00een\u021beles c-am v\u0103zut Braveheart de prea multe ori. Asta-i cu visul \u0103la.<\/p>\n
\u00ces aproape 4 luni de zile de c\u00e2nd a murit tata \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 nu-s ref\u0103cut. Am tot sperat c-o s\u0103 pot vorbi cu el, c\u0103 vom comunica \u00een vreun fel. Canci!
\nE o \u00een\u021belegere ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u015fi ascu\u021bit\u0103 asupra perspectivei. De care m-a\u015f lipsi bucuros, da’ n-avem cum.
\nDoare, cre\u015fterea. \u015ei via\u021ba parc\u0103 doare c\u00e2nd te ui\u021bi \u00een jur. E ur\u00e2t \u015fi mic, uneori.<\/p>\n
Ieri diminea\u021b\u0103 l-am visat, scurt.
\nSt\u0103team de vorb\u0103 cu cineva \u00eentr-un loc cu tavan \u00eenalt, ca gara din Adjud.<\/p>\n
A ap\u0103rut merg\u00e2nd pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103cat de iarn\u0103, ca atunci c\u00e2nd venea s\u0103 m\u0103 cheme la televizor, c\u0103-i ceva bun.
\nM-am \u00eendreptat c\u0103tre el, m-am cuib\u0103rit \u00een bra\u021be, \u015fi l-am adulmecat, ca pe-un bebelu\u015f, la g\u00e2t.
\nAm \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng.
\nM-am trezit.
\nAm continuat.
\nM-am \u015fters. I-am aprins o lum\u00e2nare.<\/p>\n
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Asta \u00eei povesteam puradelului mare \u00een timp ce-ajungeam \u00een parc, ieri sear\u0103.
\nAsta mic\u0103 era de m\u00e2n\u0103, \u00eentre am\u00e2ndoi \u015fi se bucura de z\u0103pada neatins\u0103, de dou\u0103 degete, prin onomatopee \u021bipate. Noi \u00eei f\u0103ceam un, doi, trei, \u015fi….apoi o luam pe sus. Ea accepta..<\/p>\n
Nu discut des cu b\u0103ietu’ despre tata, c\u0103 se am\u0103r\u0103\u015fte.<\/p>\n
La locul de joac\u0103 lumina alb\u0103 de la st\u00e2lpi c\u0103dea piezi\u015f, parc\u0103 aveam nocturn\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen nop\u021bile cu lun\u0103 insistam s\u0103 ne batem cu z\u0103pad\u0103. Tata se codea o bucat\u0103, abia intrase la c\u0103ldur\u0103. Dar ie\u015fea, s\u0103 scape de gura mea, \u015fi-a mamei.
\n– Da du-te, m\u0103i Ionic\u0103, joac\u0103-te oleac\u0103 cu copchilu’ cela…
\nVenea.
\nNe alergam toat\u0103 ograda, o p\u00e2ndeam \u015fi pe mama, d\u0103deam la \u021bint\u0103….<\/p>\n
– Tata, uite, e neatins\u0103, \u00eemi zice puradelu’ care tocmai l\u0103crimase c\u00e2nd i-am povestit visul.
\n\u015ei-o rupe la fug\u0103, cu asta mic\u0103 dup\u0103 el, spre alb.
\nNe-am f\u0103cut baze, cas\u0103, rezerve. I-am bulg\u0103rit un ceas, am r\u00e2s to\u021bi, m\u00e2ini ro\u015fii, veselie mult\u0103 ei. \u015ei eu.
\nN-a sc\u0103pat nimeni neatins.
\nNici z\u0103pada.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Era o p\u0103dure cu fagi mari, drep\u021bi, de un gri \u015fi-o netezime, imaculate. Unde z\u0103bovea soarele mai mult d\u0103deam de c\u00e2te-un p\u00e2lc de stejari. Mai erau carpeni, c\u00e2te-un mesteac\u0103n mare, tufi\u015furi de alun, corn, s\u00e2nger. Lumina g\u0103lbuie c\u0103dea piezi\u015f, printre copaci, peste o muchie plin\u0103 de ferigi \u015fi de mu\u015fchi \u015fi f\u0103cea umbre uria\u015fe, supra-dimensionate. Ca \u00een Valhalla Rising a … <\/p>\n