{"id":263,"date":"2019-02-07T16:19:13","date_gmt":"2019-02-07T13:19:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/?p=263"},"modified":"2019-02-08T17:57:33","modified_gmt":"2019-02-08T14:57:33","slug":"invata-ma-sa-te-uit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/invata-ma-sa-te-uit\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 (te) uit"},"content":{"rendered":"

„O s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 oarb\u0103”, o numeau bunicii mei,\u00a0 dar mai exact era o zi \u00een care te \u00eendr\u0103gosteai \u0219i imposibilul devenea dintr-odat\u0103\u00a0 at\u00e2t de u\u0219or. Dar de ce nimeni nu vorbe\u0219te de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na aceea \u00eence\u021bo\u0219at\u0103 de lacrimi, c\u00e2nd visele se sparg precum valurile marii, iar sufletul \u00ee\u021bi pare smuls din piept \u0219i p\u0103r\u0103sit \u00eentr-un col\u021b de Iad?<\/h2>\n

\u0218tii de ce? Pentru c\u0103 nimeni altcineva \u00een afar\u0103 de el nu te poate \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 \u00eel ui\u021bi. Nu a scris nimeni o carte despre asta. Sau m\u0103car o re\u021bet\u0103 scurt\u0103 \u0219i u\u0219or de citit c\u00e2nd ochii \u021bi se \u00eemp\u0103ienjenesc de avalan\u0219a lacrimilor. O carte despre „\u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 te uit” sau „Uit\u0103-l \u00een 10 pa\u0219i” ne-ar fi fost multora at\u00e2t de util\u0103. A\u0219 fi ie\u0219it naibii din cas\u0103! A\u0219 fi dat fuga la C\u0103rture\u0219ti\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0s\u0103 mi-o cump\u0103r cu riscul de a p\u0103rea ridicol\u0103. A\u0219a a\u0219 fi auzit iar ciripitul p\u0103s\u0103rilor, a\u0219 fi v\u0103zut cerul albastru, a\u0219 fi c\u0103utat semne \u00een formele norilor. A\u0219a mi-a\u0219 fi amintit c\u0103 sunt vie. A\u0219 fi \u0219tiut c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 nu am murit toat\u0103. Mi-a\u0219 fi amintit c\u0103 partea din mine care a r\u0103mas la tine era de bun augur s\u0103 m\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103seasc\u0103 \u0219i ea odat\u0103 cu tine.<\/p>\n

Dar patul acela mare, \u00een care ne c\u0103utam speria\u021bi \u00een dimine\u021bile de iarn\u0103, a fost r\u0103bd\u0103tor. Nu m-a alungat \u0219i el. \u00cens\u0103 nici nu m-a \u00eenc\u0103lzit \u0219i nici nu m-a consolat. M\u0103 durea atingerea lui pentru c\u0103 \u021bi-ai l\u0103sat acolo amintirile, mirosul \u0219i atingerile. \u0218i oh, Doamne, la miezul nop\u021bii se amplificau toate acolo: dureri \u00een piept, frustr\u0103ri, lacrimi, \u021bipete de disperare \u0219i chin. Te-a\u0219 min\u021bi s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi spun c\u0103 mi-a fost u\u0219or.<\/p>\n

Am murit \u00een fiecare noapte \u0219i \u00eemi doream s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc vie \u00een diminea\u021ba urm\u0103toare. Dar cu c\u00e2t \u00eemi doream mai tare, cu at\u00e2t chinul devenea insuportabil. Muream \u00eencet \u00een fiecare zi \u0219i a\u0219teptam o re\u00eenviere miraculoas\u0103 a sim\u021burilor. \u0218tiam c\u0103 iubirea arde, \u00eens\u0103 am aflat \u00een cel mai dureros mod c\u0103 lipsa ei, usuc\u0103!<\/h5>\n

A\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 \u0219tii cum doar 4 cuvinte pot descompune \u00eentr-un spectru de unde cu frecven\u021be diferite visele, planurile, sentimentele \u0219i un suflet. „\u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 te uit”, a\u0219a \u00eemi urla sufletul ie\u0219it parc\u0103 deasupra mea. Erau tot 4 cuvinte, diferite de ale tale, at\u00e2t de diferite \u00eenc\u00e2t le po\u021bi \u00eencadra \u00een gama antonimelor. „De ce”-uri nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite \u0219i pline de dor de tine \u0219i de noi, au fost parc\u0103 mai multe dec\u00e2t \u00eentr-o via\u021b\u0103 de om.<\/p>\n

Nu mi-a fost deloc u\u0219or nici s\u0103 las telefonul departe de pat c\u00e2t s\u0103 nu devin\u0103 ademenitor. Am retr\u0103it clipele cu z\u00e2mbete \u00een frac\u021biuni de secund\u0103. \u0218i am visat cu ochii a\u021binti\u021bi \u00een tavanul alb \u0219i fantomatic la un telefon. Dar nu unul oarecare. Mi-a\u0219 fi dorit un praf de stele magic care s\u0103 \u00eemi aduc\u0103 unul din telefoanele alea cu fir \u0219i roti\u021b\u0103. Chiar \u0219i de unic\u0103 folosin\u021b\u0103 m-ar fi mul\u021bumit. Dar \u00een schimbul unui num\u0103r de telefon, s\u0103 formez o dat\u0103 din trecut la care s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc. Ahhh! C\u00e2t de bine mi-ar fi prins!<\/p>\n

Unic\u0103 folosin\u021b\u0103 am zis? Din multele alegeri, tot la 31122018 m-a\u0219 opri. La seara c\u00e2nd mi-ai promis, privindu-m\u0103 \u00een ochi, c\u0103 fiecare sf\u00e2r\u0219it \u0219i \u00eenceput de an, \u00eel vom petrece a\u0219a. \u0218i eu te-am crezut. Ba chiar am luat harta visurilor creionat\u0103 de tine \u00een alb-negru \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 o colorez frumos. Mi-o tatuasem pe retin\u0103<\/a> ca s\u0103 o pot purta cu mine mereu.<\/p>\n

Dar pe o scen\u0103 \u00een care fiecare am jucat un rol, eu sunt doar o naiv\u0103 care a crezut \u00een tine. Iar tu, doar un actor mult prea gr\u0103bit!<\/h5>\n

A\u0219a c\u0103, acum, te rog! \u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 uit replicile rostite de tine, selectate atent \u0219i recitate parc\u0103 dintr-un script. Spune-mi cum fac s\u0103 \u00eemi controlez sim\u021burile c\u00e2nd fiecare atom din corpul meu te strig\u0103 ne\u00eencetat ca un magnetofon stricat? Pred\u0103-mi tu lec\u021bia uit\u0103rii \u0219i ignoran\u021bei, \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi promit s\u0103 fiu o student\u0103 silitoare. Nu am s\u0103 pic \u0219i examenul acesta ca pe cel al \u00eencrederii. \u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 uit \u0219i s\u0103 te uit c\u00e2nd nici timpul nu \u00eemi este \u00een favoare…<\/p>\n

\u00cenva\u021b\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 te uit<\/a>, devenise motto-ul meu. Unde erai tu la ora la care sufletul meu nu \u0219tia alt\u0103 limb\u0103 dec\u00e2t cea a fericirii noastre?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

„O s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 oarb\u0103” o numeau bunicii mei,\u00a0 dar mai exact era o zi \u00een care te \u00eendr\u0103gosteai \u0219i imposibilul devenea dintr-odat\u0103\u00a0 at\u00e2t de u\u0219or. Dar de ce nimeni nu vorbe\u0219te de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na aceea \u00eence\u021bo\u0219at\u0103 de lacrimi, c\u00e2nd visele se sparg precum valuril…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":273,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_themeisle_gutenberg_block_has_review":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[44,15,46,14,45,48,16,47],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=263"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":323,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions\/323"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/273"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/iworkshop.ro\/en_US\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}