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V\u00e2nt \u015fi pavaj<\/em><\/p>\n

M\u0103 a\u015fezasem pe banc\u0103 cu capul \u00een jos \u015fi mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 timpul se revars\u0103 \u00een pavaj, intr\u0103 \u00een scoar\u0163a pr\u0103fuit\u0103 \u015fi re\u00eencepe o explozie veche de secole. Inocen\u0163a mi se scurgea de pe c\u0103lc\u00e2ie \u015fi o \u00eenghi\u0163eam. P\u0103rul se \u00eempletea cu asfaltul \u015fi din \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na adus\u0103 de v\u00e2nt se \u00eentindeau r\u0103d\u0103cini ce \u0163i se legau de glezne. Te-au t\u00e2r\u00e2t p\u00e2n\u0103 la mine \u015fi eram Meduza cu oamenii \u00een corol\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Vene de tencuial\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n

Eram pe o strad\u0103 ce \u015ferpuia aiurea \u00eentr-o \u00eenfund\u0103tur\u0103, mergeam cu b\u0103gare de seam\u0103 pe pietrele gri, cele ro\u015fii ardeau talpa \u015fi mi-ar fi ros piciorul p\u00e2n\u0103 la genunchi. Prin tencuiala zg\u00e2riat\u0103 \u015fi pal\u0103 respirau cl\u0103dirile obosite de locatari. \u0162evile de scurgere p\u0103reau ni\u015fte varice gata s\u0103 pocneasc\u0103. Nu mi-am mai putut l\u0103sa privirea peste ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjura, am c\u0103utat o cheie pe jos, mi-am deschis pieptul \u015fi m-am \u00eentors \u00eenapoi \u00een mine unde m-a \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fat un miros de lini\u015fte. De nedistins, p\u0103rea c\u0103 tot ce era familiar \u00ee\u015fi picurase esen\u0163a \u015fi m\u0103 leg\u0103na acum \u00een curen\u0163i aritmici. Toate leucocitele, trombocitele \u015fi hematiile pl\u0103nuiser\u0103 un atentat al nefericirii.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen semne, \u00een p\u0103r<\/em><\/p>\n

Hai s\u0103 petrecem c\u00e2teva clipe cu t\u0103lpile cufundate \u00een iarb\u0103. Hai s\u0103 ne v\u00e2r\u00e2m capul \u00een emo\u0163ii \u015fi s\u0103 ne a\u015fez\u0103m pentru a vedea lumea drept ca pe o zeitate p\u0103g\u00e2n\u0103. Ard de ner\u0103bdare s\u0103-mi citesc inima ca pe un talisman cu v\u00e2rful \u00een sus. \u00cen p\u0103r, v\u00e2ntul \u00eemi va \u015fopti g\u00e2nduri str\u0103ine de mine.<\/p>\n

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Ultimul dans<\/em><\/p>\n

Un prieten mi-a povestit cum a tran\u015fat animalul. \u00cen aceste timp, pe podea b\u0103lteau limfa \u015fi ro\u015fea\u0163a. Pe n\u0103ri sim\u0163eam ur\u0103 \u015fi grea\u0163\u0103. Cu unghiile i-a\u015f fi scrijelit fa\u0163a. L-am \u00eentrebat sfios dac\u0103 era viu animalul, din acela real, de respir\u0103. Mi-a zis “nu, prostu\u0163o, era de juc\u0103rie, a\u015fa l-am tran\u015fat”. Mi-era sc\u00e2rb\u0103 de r\u0103spunsul lui, dar m-a \u00eembunat. Mi-a \u00eenghe\u0163at cre\u015ftetul c\u00e2teva secunde. Irealul meu \u00eei preg\u0103tea un loc \u00een abator printre lupi \u015fi z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Chiria\u015f pentru Mara<\/em><\/p>\n

Mara se trezea c\u00e2nd o orbea negura \u015fi sim\u0163ea c\u0103-i mi\u015fun\u0103 un animal prin p\u00e2ntece p\u00e2n\u0103 sus pe coaste. Era aproape s\u0103-l scuipe, dar i se oprea undeva \u00een nodul din g\u00e2t \u015fi \u00eei zg\u00e2ria pieptul \u00eenapoi \u00een \u00eentuneric. Mara avea o tenie sau un vierme ml\u0103\u015ftinos, \u00eei f\u0103cea gura pung\u0103 \u015fi \u00eei picura metale \u00een sucul gastric. De la fiere i se ardea tot trupul, iar \u00een\u0103untrul ei mocnea un foc ce ie\u015fea afar\u0103 \u00een lacrimi ro\u015fii. A\u015fa se tot sufoca Mara de m\u00e2na unui chiria\u015f sezonier.<\/p>\n

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Cire\u015fe \u00een piept<\/em><\/p>\n

Medalionul greu la g\u00e2t at\u00e2rna \u015fi m\u0103 durea tot mai r\u0103u cervicala. M-am uitat \u00een jos \u015fi am v\u0103zut c\u0103 mi se ag\u0103\u0163ase de pandantiv un mu\u015fchi ro\u015fu. L-am prins tocmai c\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi cad\u0103-n poal\u0103 \u015fi m-am deplasat s\u0103-l \u00eendes \u00eenapoi \u00een cavit\u0103\u0163i sculptate. Mi-am aruncat o privire tem\u0103toare \u00een vitraliul din interior \u015fi acolo ni\u015fte supape mici se deschideau sufocate. M-am \u00eentors cu m\u00e2inile p\u0103tate, min\u0163ind c\u0103 am m\u00e2ncat din cire\u015f.<\/p>\n

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De jos \u00een sus<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cemi plimbam un g\u00e2nd pe ochiul st\u00e2ng \u015fi \u00eemi lucea o lumin\u0103 \u00een minte. V\u0103zusem c\u0103 ra\u0163iunea mi se mutase \u00een piept \u015fi s\u0103pa o groap\u0103 \u00een mine. Un mu\u015fchi mi se zb\u0103tea \u00een carapacea astral\u0103 \u015fi fierbea \u00een violet cascada picurat\u0103 din ochiul drept. Era o pulsa\u0163ie pe dos ce scurgea \u015fuvoiul din aval spre amonte. \u015ei m-am \u00eenchinat de jos \u00een sus s\u0103-mi sar \u00eenapoi c\u0103tre sine.<\/p>\n

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V\u00e2nt \u015fi pavaj M\u0103 a\u015fezasem pe banc\u0103 cu capul \u00een jos \u015fi mi se p\u0103rea c\u0103 timpul se revars\u0103 \u00een pavaj, intr\u0103 \u00een scoar\u0163a pr\u0103fuit\u0103 \u015fi re\u00eencepe o explozie veche de secole. Inocen\u0163a mi se scurgea de pe c\u0103lc\u00e2ie \u015fi o \u00eenghi\u0163eam. P\u0103rul se \u00eempletea cu asfaltul \u015fi din \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na adus\u0103 de v\u00e2nt se \u00eentindeau […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1188,13],"tags":[1189,1204,1114],"class_list":["post-11094","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-45","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-45","tag-eliza-maria-voinea","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2SW","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11094","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11094"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11094\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11095,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11094\/revisions\/11095"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11094"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11094"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11094"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}