{"id":10290,"date":"2014-05-17T21:29:05","date_gmt":"2014-05-17T19:29:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10290"},"modified":"2014-05-19T21:29:21","modified_gmt":"2014-05-19T19:29:21","slug":"lemne-pentru-foc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=10290","title":{"rendered":"Lemne pentru foc"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Tantra Bensko
\ntraducere: Dorina Burcea
\nclick here<\/a> for the English version<\/p>\n

\n 
\nC\u0103minul, singurul r\u0103mas \u00een picioare din casa veche, este locul prin care Cei B\u0103tr\u00e2ni vin. Intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103 prin c\u0103min \u0219i nu ne dau pace. Nu pot s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg cum de a existat o lume \u00eenainte ca noi sa o vis\u0103m. Dar se pare c\u0103 a existat, f\u0103r\u0103 ca noi s\u0103 fim in ea dup\u0103 cum ne spun ei, cu toate c\u0103 eu nu cred niciun cuv\u00e2nt. Oricum ar fi, \u00eenainte ca noi s\u0103 ne fi n\u0103scut, tata a construit casa \u00een jurul vechiului c\u0103min de piatr\u0103 care era acolo \u00eenc\u0103 dinainte ca el \u00eensu\u0219i s\u0103 se nasc\u0103. Cote\u021bul g\u0103inilor e \u00een spate iar m\u0103garii se lipesc de c\u0103min \u00een c\u0103utare de c\u0103ldur\u0103. Cei B\u0103tr\u00e2ni c\u00e2nt\u0103 prin pietre, trosnesc in v\u0103paie, viseaz\u0103 \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u0219i apoi \u00een interiorul coapselor noastre p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een trompele noastre uterine.<\/p>\n

Sora mea \u00eemi poveste\u0219te cum i se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 ei, c\u00e2nd \u00eencepe s\u0103 scrie pove\u0219ti inventate, dup\u0103 ce face \u0219iruri pe h\u00e2rtie \u2013 3 coloane verticale. Limba lor le str\u0103bate \u00eentr-un fel pe care eu nu il \u00een\u021beleg.<\/p>\n

Dar este un alt fel \u00een care \u00een\u021beleg – sub mas\u0103, c\u00e2nd ne ghemuim dup\u0103 cin\u0103 \u0219i nu mai este nimeni \u00een camer\u0103 iar t\u0103blia grea de lemn negricios de deasupra noastr\u0103 face ca tot ceea ce spunem s\u0103 ne apar\u021bin\u0103 numai nou\u0103. Cu excep\u021bia \u00eengerilor desigur, care privesc \u00een cas\u0103 prin nodurile din lemnul pere\u021bilor. Acele linii negricioase \u00een form\u0103 de vagin f\u0103cute de anii ce au creat ani in copaci. Pe unde b\u0103tr\u00e2nii \u00eengeri intr\u0103, \u00een\u021bep\u00e2ndu-ne coapsele, cu gurile lor deschise, schimonosite, ochii prea str\u0103lucitori \u0219i fic\u0219i, vocile stridente \u0219i cu picioarele lor mici, t\u00e2r\u00e2te \u00een urma lor de parca nu ar conta. Ca un g\u00e2nd venit t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd creionul trebuie ascu\u021bit \u0219i nu ai ascu\u021bitoare.<\/p>\n

Cel mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u00eenger ne spune acum c\u0103 e timpul s\u0103 mai punem lemne pe foc, dar noi \u0219tim ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 asta<\/em>. Lemnul pe care \u00eel punem noi, fin, rotund, lung de 15 centimetrii, marimea pe care o putem cuprinde cu m\u00e2inile, cu gurile, noi \u00eel punem \u00een inimile, \u00een min\u021bile, \u00een gemetele noastre, \u00een viitorul nostru. Nu pe foc<\/em>!<\/p>\n

Focul arde cu v\u00e2lv\u0103taie str\u0103lucitoare. Tata sfor\u0103ie sus, at\u00e2t de tare de parc\u0103trage s\u0103 moar\u0103. Dac\u0103 moare, am fi singure p\u00e2n\u0103 am g\u0103si al\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bi cu lemne care s\u0103 ne aprind\u0103 focurile, s\u0103 ne aprind\u0103 coapsele.<\/p>\n

\u0218tim c\u0103 focul ne spune asta. Tata va muri din cauza somnului, va muri pentru c\u0103 viseaz\u0103 stafia Mamei ce \u00eel \u00een\u0103bu\u0219e, se a\u0219eaz\u0103 pe el, \u00eel sugrum\u0103, singura fantom\u0103 care ne-am rugat s\u0103 apar\u0103, singura care nu a venit niciodata prin foc sa ne vad\u0103. Ea doar st\u0103 pe capul lui, pe respira\u021bia lui, pe cadourile pe care el le aduce \u0219i ni le arunc\u0103, pe m\u00e2ncarea pe care ne-o g\u0103te\u0219te \u0219i o arde.<\/p>\n

Ea doar \u00eel face s\u0103 sfor\u0103ie, s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 din respirat, aproape uit\u00e2nd s\u0103 mai porneasc\u0103, acel sfor\u0103it groaznic, uneori at\u00e2t de puternic \u00eenc\u00e2t ne-am dori s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103, s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 nemi\u0219cat, t\u0103cut \u0219i s\u0103 o lase s\u0103 stea pe el \u00een pace, z\u00e2mbitoare, cu coapsele desf\u0103cute, in timp ce noi ne luam bucata de lemn preferat\u0103, pe care amandou\u0103 am \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit-o, \u0219i plec\u0103m de acas\u0103\u00een c\u0103utare de b\u0103rba\u021bi la care s\u0103 g\u0103sim form\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103rime asem\u0103n\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

Cei b\u0103tr\u00e2ni ne spun c\u0103 e timpul s\u0103 punem lemne pe foc, e timpul s\u0103 \u00eei l\u0103s\u0103m s\u0103 ne g\u0103seasc\u0103 al\u021bi b\u0103rba\u021bi cu asemenea lemne, e timpul ca ei s\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pun\u0103 copii \u00een lemne \u0219i apoi \u00een noi, s\u0103 ne ard\u0103, \u0219i s\u0103 ias\u0103 din noi zb\u0103t\u00e2ndu-se, ling\u00e2nd, mici, albi \u0219i cu mult\u0103 piele, cu picioare micu\u021be \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 destule degete, f\u0103r\u0103 suficient\u0103 ardoare \u00een priviri, dar \u00een acela\u0219i timp cu prea mult, prea mult foc, s\u0103 ne \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103, s\u0103 ne \u021bin\u0103 mereu surori surori foc la cing\u0103tori, tata tata mort.<\/p>\n

Mama, c\u00e2nd tr\u0103ia, ne-a spus c\u0103 va mai fi cineva, cineva care va veni prin nodurile ca niste vagine ale lemnului, asemeni unei na\u0219teri f\u0103r\u0103 de p\u0103cat, cineva mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n ca ea, pe care nu ni-l amintim bine, cineva care va \u021bine focul aprins chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd nimeni nu e acasa.<\/p>\n

Pip\u0103im lemnul cu palmele, fin si uleios, rotund, potrivindu-se pl\u0103cut m\u00e2inilor noastre. Lovim masa, nodurile lemnului, \u00eengerii, pe cei b\u0103tr\u00e2ni \u0219i pe to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi, ne lovim una alteia p\u00e2ntecul, pe din\u0103untru, cre\u00e2nd un fel de muzic\u0103, o zarv\u0103 cum nu am mai f\u0103cut niciodat\u0103, focul se \u00eenal\u021b\u0103 \u00eente\u021bit de curent, sus Tata uit\u0103 s\u0103 respire, fantoma Mamei uit\u0103 s\u0103 se ridice de pe fa\u021ba lui, cinci, zece minute, lini\u0219te, ne \u021binem \u00een bra\u021be, ne \u021bip\u0103m \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 una alteia \u00eentr-o limb\u0103 compus\u0103 din 3 coloane, \u00een mijlocul unei lupte arz\u0103toare \u00eentre fum \u0219i libertate, p\u0103r\u0103sim pentru totdeauna casa arz\u00e2nd\u0103, \u0219i nu spunem niciodat\u0103 c\u0103 am locuit acolo, nim\u0103nui.<\/p>\n

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