{"id":1335,"date":"2021-01-18T13:49:47","date_gmt":"2021-01-18T13:49:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zethenterprises.com\/?p=1335"},"modified":"2021-01-18T13:49:50","modified_gmt":"2021-01-18T13:49:50","slug":"in-ce-carte-ne-intalnim","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zethenterprises.com\/en\/proza\/in-ce-carte-ne-intalnim","title":{"rendered":"\u00een ce carte ne \u00eent\u00e2lnim?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ia-o la dreapta, sari de paragraful \u0219apte, mergi tot \u00eenainte, r\u00e2ndul 74, dup\u0103 punct, vei da \u00een livada ce alt\u0103dat\u0103 ne \u021binea loc de odihn\u0103, sub m\u0103rul b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i g\u0103unos, l\u00e2ng\u0103 vi\u021ba-de-vie uscat\u0103 acum, acolo m\u0103 vei vedea pe mine. Stau pe banca pe care ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit acum cinci prim\u0103veri \u0219i privesc pierdut \u00een orizont. Soarele crepuscular se unduie\u0219te u\u0219or ca focul ce \u00eel port \u00een sufletul meu, singurul care mi-a dat puterea s\u0103 te a\u0219tept p\u00e2n\u0103 acum printre umbre ad\u00e2nci \u0219i figuri de stil. \u021ain \u00een m\u00e2inile mele, arse de soare \u0219i pline de supliciile vie\u021bii acesteia, pentru tine \u00eentreg universul. Dar e rece, e gol, \u00eel simt c\u0103 m\u0103 atrage, dornic s\u0103-mi dest\u0103inuie din tainele sale nep\u0103trunse de mintea noastr\u0103 mult prea \u00eengust\u0103. Te apropii u\u0219or \u0219i-mi \u0219opte\u0219ti la ureche vorbe de dragoste, dar cu ce folos? Eu nu le aud, privesc \u00een interiorul sferei luminoase din bra\u021bele mele \u0219i te v\u0103d. E\u0219ti acolo, pe o alee pietruit\u0103, merg\u00e2nd la bra\u021b cu un b\u0103rbat ce mi-e necunoscut, \u00een timp ce soarele se \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 cu luna. Z\u00e2mbetul t\u0103u m\u0103 orbe\u0219te, m\u0103 \u00eenmoaie, \u0219i dintr-odat\u0103 r\u00e2zi, r\u00e2zi, Doamne ce mai r\u00e2zi!… e chinuitor. Este vulgar s\u0103 \u00eentreb, dar cine este acela? C\u0103ci seam\u0103n\u0103 cu mine, dar eu nu sunt! Are fa\u021ba mea \u0219i ochii mei, vorbe\u0219te cum vorbesc eu, are buze sub\u021biri \u0219i p\u0103r v\u00e2lvoi, dar nu sunt eu! Are mers ap\u0103sat \u0219i gesticuleaz\u0103 mult, dar nu sunt eu! Te prive\u0219te afectuos cu ni\u0219te ochi bl\u00e2nzi \u0219i buni, f\u0103c\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u021bi salte inima de bucurie. Te tope\u0219ti de bra\u021bul lui, \u00een timp ce luna se revars\u0103, dar nu sunt eu… Oare sunt? Dar el se dizolv\u0103 \u00eentr-o clipit\u0103, b\u0103tut ca de un v\u00e2nt, \u0219i zboar\u0103 spre alt paragraf, unde sunt eu, cine e\u0219ti tu? E de prisos de \u00eentrebat. Ce am v\u0103zut \u00een sfera asta? Trecut sau viitor? \u00ce\u021bi cer r\u0103spunsul, dar degeaba, c\u0103ci nu mai e\u0219ti aici, ai plecat demult \u0219i m-ai l\u0103sat s\u0103-mi dau seama de aceast\u0103 ghicitoare stupid\u0103, ce nu pare s\u0103 aib\u0103 vreun r\u0103spuns logic. Soarele a apus, mii de stele sclipesc pe cer \u0219i \u00eemi fac cu ochiul r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, parc\u0103, \u0219i ele de mine. Se vede ceva pe drumul ce duce spre casa noastr\u0103 din v\u00e2rful dealului, e\u0219ti tu? A\u0219a pare. Alergam unul spre cel\u0103lalt c\u00e2nd v\u00e2ntul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 bat\u0103, at\u00e2t de puternic \u0219i zgomotos, ca sunetul pe care \u00eel fac paginile unei c\u0103r\u021bi, dar a\u0219a ceva e imposibil. Eu sunt eu \u0219i tu e\u0219ti tu, tautologic vorbind, complet reali, plini de imperfec\u021biuni \u0219i sentimente, iubind sincer… sau asta era acum patru capitole? Nu-mi mai aduc aminte. M\u0103 trage \u00eenapoi ceva ce \u00eemi este peste putin\u021b\u0103 s\u0103-i fac fa\u021b\u0103, un suflu at\u00e2t de rece ce-mi \u00eenghea\u021b\u0103 pe buze cuvintele pe care voiam s\u0103 le urlu. Tot mai sus, \u00een v\u0103zduh, devii un obiect punctiform ce nu se mai distinge de celelalte, copaci, banc\u0103, vi\u021b\u0103-de-vie, sfer\u0103… unde este sfera? O aveam \u00een m\u00e2ini acum c\u00e2teva secunde! Negrul este tot ce mai disting din acel amalgam de sunete, forme \u0219i regrete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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M\u0103 trezesc foarte ame\u021bit de v\u00e2j\u00e2itul ce-mi r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een timpane, pe o suprafa\u021b\u0103 tare, umed\u0103 \u0219i mi\u0219c\u0103toare… o barc\u0103! Dar ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat? Pe unde am zburat \u0219i cum am ajuns aici? Nici bine nu apuc s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic \u00een capul oaselor c\u0103 \u00eenspre mine este deja \u00eendreptat\u0103 o sabie. F\u0103r\u0103 mi\u0219c\u0103ri bru\u0219te, ridic privirea \u0219i m\u0103 v\u0103d. Cum? Da, eu eram. Dar ce caraghios eram \u00eembr\u0103cat! Chipiu, veston, pantaloni mula\u021bi \u0219i… plete?! \u00cemi re\u021bin un sur\u00e2s, de team\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l sup\u0103r (sau s\u0103 nu m\u0103 sup\u0103r?), \u0219i m\u0103 gr\u0103besc s\u0103 arunc o privire \u00een jur. Era o zi \u00eensorit\u0103 de var\u0103, undeva pe la amiaz\u0103, iar eu m\u0103 aflam pe o barc\u0103 din lemn… cu vele din p\u00e2nz\u0103? Stupefiat, ridic instinctiv privirea. Am fost foarte fericit s\u0103 descop\u0103r c\u0103 \u00een cap\u0103tul catargului nu era at\u00e2rnat niciun steag negru cu cap de mort, citisem eu c\u00e2teva c\u0103r\u021bi \u00een tinere\u021be despre pira\u021bi. \u0218tiam c\u0103 erau nesp\u0103la\u021bi, bolnavi adesea \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 onoare, cel pu\u021bin c\u00e2nd este vorba de vreo comoar\u0103, deci este de la sine \u00een\u021beles de ce m\u0103 bucuram c\u0103 nu m\u0103 g\u0103sesc \u00een compania lor. Totu\u0219i, de ce eram acolo, \u00een ambele p\u0103r\u021bi ale sabiei, \u0219i de ce trebuia s\u0103 fiu eu cel care st\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba p\u0103r\u021bii ascu\u021bite? Nu am timp s\u0103-mi r\u0103spund c\u0103 \u0219i primesc ordin s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic \u00een picioare, de la alter-eul meu, fiind m\u0103surat din cap p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een picioare. Mare i-a fost mirarea c\u00e2nd m-a privit, ca \u00eentr-o oglind\u0103, \u0219i a realizat asem\u0103narea izbitoare dintre noi doi. Un g\u00e2nd \u00eemi trecu fulger\u0103tor prin minte. Dac\u0103 eu existam \u00een aceast\u0103 dimensiune, care ar fi fost \u0219ansele s\u0103 exi\u0219ti \u0219i tu pe undeva? Alimentat de acest g\u00e2nd, abia a\u0219teptam s\u0103 te v\u0103d, s\u0103 te \u00eentreb dac\u0103 ai apucat tu s\u0103 iei sfera \u00eenainte de acel v\u00e2jg\u0103u cumplit. Norocul meu a fost c\u0103 aveam \u00een buzunarul de la piept o poz\u0103 cu noi doi, de la \u00eenceputurile convie\u021buirii noastre, de c\u00e2nd te alergam prin livad\u0103 \u0219i ne \u021bineam numai de \u0219otii. Am f\u0103cut-o \u00een dup\u0103-amiaza aceea, c\u00e2nd terminaser\u0103m am\u00e2ndoi lucrul. Tu nu prea ai vrut, spuneai c\u0103 nu ar\u0103\u021bi bine, c\u0103 p\u0103rul \u00ee\u021bi st\u0103 ciufulit, c\u0103 nu \u021bi-ai dat cu ro\u0219u prin obraji, c\u0103 e\u0219ti obosit\u0103 \u0219i c\u00e2te \u0219i mai c\u00e2te alte ifose femeie\u0219ti. Cu o sup\u0103rare bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u0219i un sur\u00e2s cu sub\u00een\u021beles te-am ridicat pe um\u0103r \u0219i, \u00een ciuda protestelor tale violente, concretizate printr-o cascad\u0103 de lovituri inofensive pe spatele meu muncit, te-am adus sub m\u0103r \u0219i am f\u0103cut poza. Poate c\u0103 nu ai ar\u0103tat excelent, poate c\u0103 nu aveai p\u0103rul perfect piept\u0103nat \u0219i nu erai ro\u0219ie \u00een obraji, dar poza de atunci o p\u0103str\u0103m \u0219i acum, \u00een trei exemplare, unul mare, deasupra patului nostru \u0219i dou\u0103 mici, s\u0103 ne aminteasc\u0103 unul de cel\u0103lalt atunci c\u00e2nd ne este dor, eu \u00eel am \u00een buzunarul de la piept al c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ii, iar tu sub cing\u0103toarea de la br\u00e2u. Cum aici limba pe care o vorbea caraghiosul din fa\u021ba mea era total diferit\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de aceea pe care o \u0219tiam eu, am scos poza \u0219i i te-am ar\u0103tat, ca un copil pierdut ce nu-\u0219i g\u0103se\u0219te mama, merg\u00e2nd de la un str\u0103in la altul disperat s-o g\u0103seasc\u0103. A r\u0103mas perplex, schimb\u00e2nd privirea de la mine la poz\u0103, de la poz\u0103 la mine, uit\u00e2ndu-se la mine ca la un nebun. A dat ni\u0219te ordine unui fl\u0103c\u0103u din echipajul s\u0103u, prin ni\u0219te sunete guturale \u0219i seci. Mi te-a adus, erai mai slab\u0103 dec\u00e2t de obicei, cu p\u0103rul v\u00e2lvoi \u0219i palid\u0103 la fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Cearc\u0103nele \u00ee\u021bi at\u00e2rnau sub ochi de parc\u0103 nu ai fi dormit de zece zile, se vedea c\u0103 mai ai pu\u021bin \u0219i cazi din picioare. Dintr-un pas am ajuns l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u0219i te-am str\u00e2ns la piept. Erai dezorientat\u0103, chiar speriat\u0103 de gestul ce mie mi se p\u0103rea absolut firesc. Doar nu era prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd te str\u00e2ngeam \u00een bra\u021be, obi\u0219nuiam s\u0103 st\u0103m a\u0219a ore \u00een \u0219ir \u00een livad\u0103, admir\u00e2nd apusuri \u0219i, c\u00e2teodat\u0103, chiar r\u0103s\u0103rituri, rezema\u021bi de trunchiul gros al m\u0103rului. Nu-\u021bi \u00een\u021belegeam spaima, p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi aud glasul. Vorbeai la fel ca ei. Acelea\u0219i sunete guturale \u0219i pline de inflexiuni, m\u0103 f\u0103ceau s\u0103 m\u0103 dau din ce \u00een ce mai mult \u00een spate, mai aproape de marea ce \u00eencepea s\u0103 se \u00eenvolbureze, \u0219ocat de posibilitatea convertirii tale la a\u0219a-zisul neanderthalism al acestor indivizi. Dintr-o odat\u0103 tu (sau sosia ta, nu-mi era foarte clar) a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 jalnic, provoc\u00e2nd astfel c\u00e2\u021biva marinari din echipaj s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103 o revolt\u0103 \u00eempotriva mea, consider\u00e2ndu-m\u0103, probabil, motivul \u00eentrist\u0103rii tale, sco\u021b\u00e2ndu-\u0219i s\u0103biile amenin\u021b\u0103tor \u0219i \u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-le drept spre mine. Eram f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u0103pare, distan\u021ba dintre mine \u0219i pup\u0103 se mic\u0219ora din ce \u00een ce mai tare. Cerul se \u00eentunec\u0103 treptat, nori negri f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-\u0219i apari\u021bia din ce \u00een ce mai primejdios. A \u00eenceput s\u0103 bat\u0103 v\u00e2ntul, acel v\u00e2nt ca prima dat\u0103, \u00een murmurul c\u0103ruia se auzea derularea rapid\u0103 a unor pagini de carte. M\u0103 uit peste um\u0103r spre marea nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103, acum neagr\u0103, oglindind to\u021bi acei nori \u0219i o v\u0103d. Sfera era chiar acolo, \u00een mijlocul apelor, adun\u00e2nd \u00een jurul ei \u0219uvoaie, ce se roteau din ce \u00een ce mai repede \u0219i violent. Nu puteam \u00eenainta, c\u0103ci un \u00eentreg echipaj st\u0103teau cu s\u0103biile a\u021bintite, gata s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eempung\u0103, iar eu-c\u0103pitanul d\u0103dea ordine din spate, din ce \u00een ce mai violente \u2013 b\u0103gam de seam\u0103 din tonul vocii sale, din care, gra\u021bie acelui dialect ciudat, nu \u00ee\u021bi puteai da seama cu certitudine dac\u0103 e de bine sau nu \u2013 \u0219i guturale, iar tu \u00eei st\u0103teai al\u0103turi, p\u0103r\u00e2ndu-\u021bi, oarecum, r\u0103u pentru soarta mea tragic\u0103 \u0219i implor\u00e2ndu-l din priviri s\u0103 \u00eenceteze \u00eenaintarea, dar era de neclintit. V\u00e2ntul se iscase din ce \u00een ce mai mult, furtuna \u00eencepu s\u0103 spulbere norii, iar ploaia inunda suprafa\u021ba b\u0103rcii. De\u0219i \u00eemi era foarte fric\u0103, nu voiam s\u0103 intru \u00een s\u0103biile acestor brute, mai ales ne\u00eenarmat, a\u0219 fi fost spulberat din primele secunde, a\u0219a c\u0103 am decis c\u0103 singura alternativ\u0103 era s\u0103 sar \u00een mijlocul \u0219uvoaielor. \u00cenchisei ochii \u0219i s\u0103rii. \u00cen timp ce c\u0103deam de la cei c\u00e2\u021biva metri \u00een\u0103l\u021bime ai navei, chipul t\u0103u \u00eemi ap\u0103ru \u00een minte, mai clar ca niciodat\u0103, ochii aceia c\u0103prui, bl\u00e2nzi, ce m\u0103 chemau la ei s\u0103 m\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie. Ochii aceia ce m\u0103 alinau mereu c\u00e2nd veneam de la lucru, sf\u00e2r\u0219it de ar\u0219i\u021ba c\u00e2mpului \u0219i de povara muncii, \u00eei iubeam. Te iubeam. Unde erau ei acum, unde erai tu acum? Dar, contrar a\u0219tept\u0103rilor mele, lipsite de orice speran\u021b\u0103, \u0219i legilor gravita\u021biei, am luat-o \u00een sus, \u00een v\u0103zduh, din ce \u00een ce mai sus. Barca r\u0103mase doar un simplu punct, c\u00e2nd, \u00een cer, am v\u0103zut sfera, lucioas\u0103 \u0219i umed\u0103 de la furtuna creat\u0103, probabil, de ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i. Cu un mare efort, am \u00eentins m\u00e2na \u0219i am apucat-o, sf\u00e2r\u0219it de aceast\u0103 ultim\u0103 sfor\u021bare. Am \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i, ca o n\u0103lucire, mi-a ap\u0103rut imaginea casei noastre din v\u00e2rful dealului, poteca pietruit\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103rul g\u0103unos, toate erau acolo, numai tu nu! Lacrimi mi-au curs pe obraji \u0219i am sf\u00e2r\u0219it le\u0219inat, era mai bine s\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219esc a\u0219a dec\u00e2t durerea pe care a\u0219 fi avut-o tr\u0103ind acolo, f\u0103r\u0103 tine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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C\u00e2nd am deschis ochii, erai la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2iul meu, \u00eemi z\u00e2mbeai m\u00e2ng\u00e2indu-mi u\u0219or fruntea. Dar cum puteam s\u0103 m\u0103 asigur c\u0103 e\u0219ti tu \u0219i nu alta? Se poate s\u0103 fi murit, iar tu s\u0103 reprezin\u021bi raiul meu etern? Am ridicat m\u00e2na ca s\u0103-\u021bi simt obrazul. Sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd, ai \u00eenchis ochii, iar prin extremit\u0103\u021bile degetelor mele am sim\u021bit acea catifea pe care o doream a\u0219a de mult, fiecare ad\u00e2ncitur\u0103 a fe\u021bei tale \u00eensemna pentru mine o nesiguran\u021b\u0103 sf\u0103r\u00e2mat\u0103 de puterea sim\u021bului. \u00cencepeam s\u0103 prind putere, \u00eemboldit de t\u0103ria acelei realit\u0103\u021bi, m-am ridicat \u0219i am v\u0103zut sfera a\u0219ezat\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 picioarele tale. Ce era \u0219i de ce m\u0103 purtase pe t\u0103r\u00e2muri ale c\u0103ror nume \u00eemi sunt necunoscute \u0219i acum? M-am lini\u0219tit complet c\u00e2nd mi-ai luat m\u00e2na \u00eentr-a ta \u0219i ai \u00eenceput s\u0103 derulezi firul pove\u0219tii din propria perspectiv\u0103. La scurt\u0103 vreme dup\u0103 ce am fost \u201eluat de ceruri\u201d, dup\u0103 cum spuneai, \u0219i \u021bie \u021bi s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat acela\u0219i lucru. Ai fost purtat\u0103, totu\u0219i, prin lumi diferite fa\u021b\u0103 de mine, pline de al\u021bi eu \u0219i tu mai r\u0103i sau mai buni dec\u00e2t noi, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd cu ardoare drumul \u00eenapoi spre cas\u0103, drumul \u00eenapoi spre mine. Odat\u0103 ajuns\u0103, m-ai \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00eentins pe iarb\u0103 \u0219i incon\u0219tient. Te-ai speriat extrem de tare, \u00eens\u0103 sfera ta s-a contopit cu a mea, form\u00e2nd una singur\u0103 \u0219i str\u0103lucind puternic deasupra mea. Te-ai a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \u0219i ai a\u0219teptat, minute, ore, veacuri, numai tu \u0219tii, dar m-am trezit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sfer\u0103 se ridic\u0103 dintr-o dat\u0103 deasupra noastr\u0103, \u00een ea succed\u00e2ndu-se rapid zeci, sute, poate chiar mii de imagini cu mine \u0219i tine, dar nu eram noi. Acel sunet de r\u0103sfoire al paginilor unei c\u0103r\u021bi trona din nou toat\u0103 livada. \u00cel auzeai \u0219i tu? Categoric, c\u0103ci priveai dezn\u0103d\u0103jduit\u0103, furioas\u0103 spre acea sfer\u0103, acel demon ce p\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00eenghite tot universul. Ne-am luat \u00een bra\u021be, cuprin\u0219i de spaim\u0103, \u0219i, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, am realizat. Sfera nu era un simplu portal c\u0103tre alte dimensiuni, ea \u00eengloba toate aceste dimensiuni, asimil\u00e2ndu-le \u00eentr-o Mare Carte a Vie\u021bii. Povestea noastr\u0103, ajuns\u0103 la final, trebuia s\u0103-\u0219i ocupe locul printre celelalte mii din sfer\u0103, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd s\u0103 fie redescoperit\u0103 de alt eu, de alt tu. T\u0103lpile ni se desprinseser\u0103 deja de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. M\u0103rul se rupsese din r\u0103d\u0103cini, rotindu-se \u00eentr-un haos de nedescris, \u021biglele casei noastre zburau \u0219i ele, sp\u0103rg\u00e2ndu-se unele de celelalte. Toat\u0103 truda noastr\u0103 era acum distrus\u0103, m\u0103turat\u0103 de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt ca \u0219i cum niciodat\u0103 n-ar fi fost, ca \u0219i cum niciodat\u0103 n-am fi fost. Din ce \u00een ce mai sus \u00een aer, \u021bi-am ridicat b\u0103rbia. Ochii t\u0103i erau acum dou\u0103 stele, ce ardeau \u00een orbite, amenin\u021b\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u021bi ard\u0103 t\u00e2mplele. \u0218iroaie de lacrimi \u00ee\u021bi curgeau pe obraji, ca ni\u0219te comete vii. Te-am str\u00e2ns tare la piept, lacrimile tale \u00eemi ardeau acum sufletul, nu mai puteam \u00eendura. \u00a0S-a \u00eenserat. \u00centr-un ultim moment, \u021bi-am strivit gura cu a mea, cuprin\u0219i de un ultim spasm, provocat de via\u021ba acesta neiert\u0103toare \u0219i de acel sunet infernal al paginilor r\u0103sfoite. Poate ne vom \u00eent\u00e2lni \u00een alt\u0103 carte, una f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it, unde existen\u021ba noastr\u0103 nu este suprimat\u0103 de un lucru at\u00e2t de ne\u00eensemnat…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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August. Soarele str\u0103lucea \u00eentr-o c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u00een\u0103bu\u0219itoare \u00een livada bunicilor, locul meu preferat de joac\u0103. Obi\u0219nuiam s\u0103 alerg c\u00e2t era ziua de lung\u0103, s\u0103 r\u00e2d \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 aventurez \u00een escapade periculoase prin straturile de flori ale bunicii, spre marea ei disperare. \u00centr-o zi, \u00een cap\u0103tul livezii, m-am dus la m\u0103rul b\u0103tr\u00e2n pe care \u00eel plantaser\u0103 dinainte s\u0103 m\u0103 nasc \u0219i, \u00een zbenguiala mea obi\u0219nuit\u0103, observ ceva la baza copacului. Ridic micile obiecte de pe jos, le \u0219terg de pantalonii mei ve\u0219nic plini de noroi \u0219i le aduc \u00een dreptul ochilor. Erau dou\u0103 poze identice, mici, \u0219terse, \u00eeng\u0103lbenite la margini din cauza trecerii timpului. Doi oameni z\u00e2mbeau cald, un b\u0103rbat \u0219i o femeie, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219a\u021bi. \u00cen privirea ei se sim\u021bea o u\u0219oar\u0103 dezam\u0103gire, probabil nu voise s\u0103 fac\u0103 poza, nu se sim\u021bea preg\u0103tit\u0103. Ce e drept, p\u0103rea un pic obosit\u0103 \u0219i u\u0219or nepiept\u0103nat\u0103, dar inspira at\u00e2t de mult\u0103 naturale\u021be \u0219i bun\u0103tate! El, vizibil obosit de probabila ei rezisten\u021b\u0103, r\u00e2dea cu toat\u0103 inima. Cine erau ace\u0219ti oameni? O zi \u00eentreag\u0103 am stat acolo, privind \u00een z\u0103ri, la umbra m\u0103rului, \u0219i m-am tot g\u00e2ndit…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Ia-o la dreapta, sari de paragraful \u0219apte, mergi tot \u00eenainte, r\u00e2ndul 74, dup\u0103 punct, vei da \u00een livada ce alt\u0103dat\u0103 ne \u021binea loc de odihn\u0103, sub m\u0103rul b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i g\u0103unos, l\u00e2ng\u0103 vi\u021ba-de-vie uscat\u0103 acum, acolo m\u0103 vei vedea pe mine. Stau pe banca pe care ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit acum cinci prim\u0103veri \u0219i privesc pierdut \u00een orizont. 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