de M. K. Lynn<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi m-am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai trezesc.<\/p>\n
Deloc.<\/p>\n
Regrete? Prea pu\u021bine, din fericire. Insignifiante.<\/p>\n
Perdele diafane at\u00e2rnau greu de bara de metal. Geamul \u2013 deschis. Afar\u0103 ploua. \u00cen camer\u0103 \u2013 frig.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi p\u0103sa?<\/p>\n
Nu.<\/p>\n
Camera str\u0103lucea de triste\u021be. Cenu\u0219ie, mobilier bogat, dar picurat de timp, oglinzi pe to\u021bi cei patru pere\u021bi. St\u0103team pe pat. Puteam, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103-mi ridic bra\u021bele.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 uitam t\u00e2mp la palmele prin care se vedea peretele opus, cu dulapul \u0219i oglinda cenu\u0219ie.<\/p>\n
Ah, da.<\/p>\n
R\u00e2d.<\/p>\n
Un vis.<\/p>\n
De parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi putut spera la mai mult.<\/p>\n
Nu m-a\u0219 fi \u00eentors nici dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi avut pentru ce. Eram… bine.<\/p>\n
At\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Ploaia intra prin geamul deschis, se lovea de perdele \u0219i se scurgea pe podeaua lustruit\u0103. Nu puteam s\u0103 v\u0103d nimic dincolo de z\u0103brelele de fier ale balconului \u2013 cea\u021ba dens\u0103 ocupa tot universul lumii noi \u00een care am ales s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n. Ce lume era \u2013 nu m\u0103 interesa. At\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t nu f\u0103cea parte din trecut – nu m\u0103 deranja.<\/p>\n
Atunci am observat.<\/p>\n
Nu-mi mai era frig.<\/p>\n
Nu mai sim\u021beam acel atac de furnic\u0103turi prin tot corpul. Nu mai auzeam s\u00e2ngele trec\u00e2ndu-mi prin urechi. Nu mai.<\/p>\n
Panica trecu tot at\u00e2t de repede cum \u0219i ajunsese. De ce ar trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 intereseze? Ce s-ar schimba dac\u0103 a\u0219 afla?<\/p>\n
A\u0219a ziceam \u0219i eu.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi contemplam imaginea desfigurat\u0103 de semiumbre \u00een oglinda de pe peretele opus. Nu \u0219tiam c\u00e2t timp trecuse \u2013 camera p\u0103rea aruncat\u0103 dincolo de legile timpului. Ceasul de pe noptier\u0103 avea acele prinse la ora zece \u0219i zece minute. Ciudat.<\/p>\n
Ceva m\u0103 f\u0103cuse s\u0103 \u00eentorc capul spre oglinda din fa\u021b\u0103. Atunci am v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n
Te uitai la mine.<\/p>\n
\u021aipasem.<\/p>\n
Iar \u00een minutul urm\u0103tor mi-am dat seama de altceva. Camera nu avea nici o u\u0219\u0103, doar geamul deschis larg, care nu-mi inspira \u00eencredere.<\/p>\n
Aveai acea privire cu care oamenii \u00een alb observau comportamentul cobailor. \u021aipam de fric\u0103. \u00ce\u021bi dai seama c\u00e2t de anormal e s\u0103 vezi pe cineva l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine \u00een oglind\u0103?<\/p>\n
Acum \u00een\u021beleg c\u0103 poate nu te-ai prins c\u0103 te vedeam.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 ridicasem \u00eencet din pat. Mi s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 se schimbase ceva \u00een felul \u00een care m\u0103 priveai \u2013 se strecurase teama.<\/p>\n
De ce m\u0103 uitam fix?<\/p>\n
De ce \u021bipasem?<\/p>\n
Puteam s\u0103 te v\u0103d?<\/p>\n
Iar \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 decid s\u0103 fac ceva, v\u00e2ntul ploii de afar\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi \u0219terse chipul de parc\u0103 nici n-ar fi fost.<\/p>\n
Cine erai?<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiam.<\/p>\n
Oric\u0103rui om \u00eei este caracteristic un anumit grad de curiozitate. M\u0103 consideram om, deci era normal s\u0103 vreau s\u0103 aflu.<\/p>\n
Nu?<\/p>\n
M\u0103 apropiasem de oglind\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ochi gri, p\u0103r negru, piele palid\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cencercam inutil s\u0103 g\u0103sesc ce v\u0103zusem cu un moment \u00eenainte. \u00cencepusem s\u0103-mi \u00eenchipui c\u0103 \u00eennebuneam, c\u00e2nd prin geam intr\u0103 o briz\u0103 \u0219i f\u0103cu valuri mici pe suprafa\u021ba pe care o crezusem sticl\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ce t\u00e2mpenie!<\/p>\n
Unde eram?<\/p>\n
Chiar voiam s\u0103 aflu.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiam c\u00e2t de periculos era s\u0103 ating substan\u021ba necunoscut\u0103. Majoritatea eroilor \u00een c\u0103r\u021bile de tot felul pe care am reu\u0219it s\u0103 le audiez f\u0103ceau lucruri stupide, atingeau obiecte pe care n-ar fi trebuit s\u0103 le ating\u0103 \u0219i, bine\u00een\u021beles, sf\u00e2r\u0219eau \u00een cel mai groaznic mod posibil. Nu m\u0103 consider un erou principal dintr-o carte pentru c\u0103 nu am nimic special. Dar, totu\u0219i, s\u0103 ating un lichid indignant asem\u0103n\u0103tor mercurului ar fi fost o decizie clar gre\u0219it\u0103.<\/p>\n
A\u0219 fi stat, probabil, o ve\u0219nicie contempl\u00e2nd bietul obiect dac\u0103 n-ar fi \u00eenceput camera s\u0103 se autodistrug\u0103.<\/p>\n
Centrul de greutate se modific\u0103 brusc. Geamul deveni podea: dulapul, c\u0103r\u021bile, patul, noptierele, chiar \u0219i perdelele diafane disp\u0103rur\u0103 \u00een cea\u021ba ploii de afar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 nu m\u0103 prindeam de rama oglinzii, pieream \u00een vid.<\/p>\n
Cea\u021ba consuma \u00eencet pere\u021bii \u00eenc\u0103perii.<\/p>\n
S\u0103 m\u0103 gr\u0103besc?<\/p>\n
M\u0103 apucasem de rama de lemn.<\/p>\n
Ca s\u0103 \u0219tii \u2013 n-am f\u0103cut sport niciodat\u0103. Nu am ridicat niciodat\u0103 bra\u021bul f\u0103r\u0103 ajutor. S\u0103 m\u0103 ridic ca s\u0103 ating oglinda era prea mult. Abia puteam s\u0103 nu dau drumul ramei de lemn ce-mi zg\u00e2ria palmele la fiecare \u00eencercare de a o apuca mai bine.<\/p>\n
Centrul de greutate se modific\u0103 din nou. P\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 devoreze groaza, camera se roti din nou \u0219i oglinda se apropie brusc. Realizasem acest fapt doar dup\u0103 ce valurile cenu\u0219ii se uniser\u0103 deasupra capului meu.<\/p>\n
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PARTEA I. POVESTE<\/p>\n
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Valurile m\u0103rii n-o s\u0103 se opreasc\u0103 niciodat\u0103. Trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 \u00eenot \u00eempotriva curentului.<\/p>\n
Miros de pe\u0219te. Ap\u0103. Zgomot \u00een\u0103bu\u0219it de picioare. Corpul \u00eemi era mai greu dec\u00e2t a fost vreodat\u0103 \u2013 nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 pot m\u0103car s\u0103-mi deschid ochii.<\/p>\n
Nu puteam.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 sim\u021beam… ciudat. Nu eram… eu.<\/p>\n
Chiar nu eram!<\/p>\n
Suflet \u00eenchis \u00eentr-un corp str\u0103in… \u0219i nici m\u0103car nu mi se oferise controlul!<\/p>\n
M\u0103 obi\u0219nuisem s\u0103 fiu un corp cu suflet, dar mi-am dat seama c\u0103, de fapt, totul era invers. Eram un suflet ce de\u021binea un corp.<\/p>\n
Zgomotele se \u00eente\u021beau. Trupul binevoi s\u0103 \u00eentredeschid\u0103 ochii, ca eu, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103-mi dau seama unde m\u0103 aflam.<\/p>\n
Ap\u0103. Mult\u0103 ap\u0103. Un golf sau ceva asem\u0103n\u0103tor cu multe docuri de lemn vechi. \u0218ubrede, roase de v\u00e2nt \u0219i valuri, cu picioarele acoperite de straturi nenum\u0103rate de mucegai. B\u0103rci vechi, sure, aliniate l\u00e2ng\u0103 acele poduri distruse de la bun \u00eenceput, se leg\u0103nau solitar \u00een ritmul valurilor moarte, lipsite de albastrul curat al apelor libere.<\/p>\n
Pe unul din docurile acelea m\u0103 aflam eu.<\/p>\n
Orizontul estompa c\u00e2rdul de vase cu velele \u0219i catargele umflate de v\u00e2nt. Cerul vestea furtun\u0103. Era spre asfin\u021bit, luna \u00ee\u0219i ridica securea sus, mult deasupra marginii apei.<\/p>\n
Ora\u0219ul de pe malul micului port se \u00eentindea p\u00e2n\u0103 sus, pe v\u00e2rful dealului. Casele m\u0103runte, gr\u0103m\u0103dite, f\u0103r\u0103 cur\u021bi \u0219i gr\u0103dini, gemeau de lume \u0219i boli, de foame \u0219i gunoaie, de lipsuri \u0219i speran\u021b\u0103. Speran\u021ba se deslu\u0219ea cel mai bine.<\/p>\n
Oamenii erau cerni\u021bi de griji. Mi\u0219unau \u00een jurul malului, mereu gr\u0103bi\u021bi, cu hainele \u0219i ochii lungi\u021bi la pietrele trotuarelor. Departe, se deslu\u0219ea conturul unei vechi biserici de lemn, cu crucea c\u00e2rligat\u0103 str\u00e2mb ce domina \u00een\u0103l\u021bimile ora\u0219ului.<\/p>\n
Copaci goi, lipsi\u021bi de frunze. Sf\u00e2r\u0219it de var\u0103.<\/p>\n
Corpul nu binevoi s\u0103 se priveasc\u0103, a\u0219a c\u0103 nu aveam nici o idee cum ar\u0103tam. Se mi\u0219ca greu, leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se. Ori eram b\u0103rbat \u0219i eram beat, ori eram femeie \u0219i eram ciuntit\u0103 de boal\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu sim\u021beam nimic din necesit\u0103\u021bile coliviei mele. Nici foame, nici sete, nici altceva. Nimic. Absurd.<\/p>\n
Ciudat!<\/p>\n
De ce?<\/p>\n
Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?<\/p>\n
Unde m\u0103 aflam?<\/p>\n
Cu ce scop am fost aruncat din camera cu oglinzi \u00een acea margine de lume, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mi se explice ce trebuia, de fapt, s\u0103 fac?<\/p>\n
Sau poate nu trebuia s\u0103 fac nimic.<\/p>\n
Doar s\u0103 putrezesc pe malul acelor ape, captive \u00een m\u00e2inile viitoarei civiliza\u021bii, f\u0103r\u0103 control asupra corpului d\u0103ruit, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eennebuneam de singur\u0103tate!<\/p>\n
Nu!<\/p>\n
Categoric nu!<\/p>\n
M\u00e2na trupului se smuci brusc. Pentru un moment, \u00eei sim\u021bisem factura.<\/p>\n
Oase. Mu\u0219chi. S\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n
A\u0219a, deci?<\/p>\n
Te-am prins!<\/p>\n
Mi-au trebuit vreo dou\u0103zeci de minute ca s\u0103 ob\u021bin controlul asupra materialului cu care urmam s\u0103 lucrez. Dificil, cum era \u00eentotdeauna \u00een cazul meu.<\/p>\n
Micul port, \u00eentre timp, se umpluse de lumini g\u0103lbui din felinare. Palpitau \u00een apa fumurie. L\u0103sau umbre ad\u00e2nci \u00een col\u021burile caselor. Se reflectau de geamurile sordide \u0219i c\u0103deau greu pe pietrele umede, sclipind \u00een noroi.<\/p>\n
Pornisem greoi spre ora\u0219. \u00cen alt\u0103 parte nu avea sens s\u0103 merg.<\/p>\n
Deasupra capului meu se aprindeau stele. Seara cobora st\u00e2lcit pe trotuarele \u00eenguste, p\u0103trunz\u00e2nd \u00een case \u0219i dormitoare, aprinz\u00e2nd tot mai multe lumini, p\u00e2n\u0103 ora\u0219ul \u00eencepu s\u0103 str\u0103luceasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
De undeva din spate se auzeau sunete vibrante de l\u0103ut\u0103. Serenade dulci \u00een lumina asfin\u021bitului din degete umplute de b\u0103t\u0103turi. Balcoane cu perdele diafane, ghivece mari cu flori m\u0103runte, ramele albe ale geamurilor \u00eenchise str\u00e2ns. F\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
Suflete pierdute urlau din col\u021burile \u00eentunecate ale str\u0103zilor \u00eenchise de pere\u021bi. Corpuri f\u0103r\u0103 acoperi\u0219 dormeau sub gr\u0103mezi de c\u00e2rpe, cu p\u0103rul alb ie\u0219ind de dup\u0103 ele \u0219i m\u00e2inile \u00eencle\u0219tate pe existen\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am gr\u0103bit pasul, de\u0219i nu \u0219tiam unde s\u0103 merg.<\/p>\n
Culoarul \u00eengust pe care mergeam se bifurcase. Una din c\u0103r\u0103ri urca pe sc\u0103ri lungi spre v\u00e2rful dealului. Alta cobora brusc spre o vale \u00eentunecat\u0103.<\/p>\n
O pisic\u0103 neagr\u0103 trecu gr\u0103bit\u0103 printre picioarele mele \u0219i o lu\u0103 spre v\u00e2rf. Semn? Pu\u021bin probabil.<\/p>\n
Am urmat-o.<\/p>\n
Cum s\u0103 alegi un drum \u00eentunecat \u00een locul celui luminat de fl\u0103c\u0103ri? Nu \u00een\u021beleg.<\/p>\n
Sc\u0103rile m\u0103 ame\u021beau \u00eengrozitor. Pere\u021bii sumbri alunecau caleidoscopic \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor. M\u0103 \u021bineam de c\u0103r\u0103mizile murdare ale caselor ca s\u0103 nu cad \u0219i nu voiam s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg ce c\u0103utam, de fapt, acolo. Unde mergeam. De ce.<\/p>\n
A\u0219 fi putut s\u0103-mi imaginez c\u0103 era, de fapt, Providen\u021ba. C\u0103 a\u0219a \u00eemi era soarta s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een acel ora\u0219, s\u0103 fac rost de o familie, s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc o via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i, eventual, s\u0103 mor \u00eentr-o atmosfer\u0103 deprimat\u0103. O via\u021b\u0103 \u00eemprumutat\u0103. Dup\u0103 care m-a\u0219 fi re\u00eentors, probabil, \u00een camera cu oglinzi \u0219i a\u0219 fi luat-o de la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n
A\u0219 fi putut.<\/p>\n
Oamenii treceau ca ni\u0219te umbre, urm\u0103rind cu ochi tulburi fiecare mi\u0219care ce o f\u0103ceam. Cap\u0103tul sc\u0103rilor se ridica mai sus cu fiecare treapt\u0103. Respiram greu.<\/p>\n
Un bubuit surd \u00eemi atrase aten\u021bia. M\u0103 oprisem din mers. \u00cen spate se \u00eentindea o cascad\u0103 gri de case, luminate ca \u00eentr-un p\u0103ienjeni\u0219 de lumini palide p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een jos, spre docuri. Apa, pelerin\u0103 neagr\u0103, ascundea pericolul.<\/p>\n
Ce fusese acel zgomot?<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiam.<\/p>\n
Contemplasem orizontul azuriu un timp, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 deslu\u0219esc nimic. Oamenii ce treceau pe l\u00e2ng\u0103, gr\u0103bi\u021bi mai devreme, se opriser\u0103 brusc la auzul sunetului. Aveau capetele ridicate sus, ca acei c\u00e2ini de v\u00e2n\u0103toare ce \u00eencercau s\u0103 afle prada.<\/p>\n
Nu era nimic.<\/p>\n
Reluasem aventura.<\/p>\n
Sc\u0103rile s-au finalizat \u00eentr-o pia\u021b\u0103. De fapt, sem\u0103na mai mult cu o teras\u0103 la \u00een\u0103l\u021bime \u2013 scaune stricate, b\u0103nci cu lemne lips\u0103, statuie din centrul havuzului uscat l\u0103sat\u0103 \u00een paragin\u0103.<\/p>\n
At\u00e2t?<\/p>\n
Da.<\/p>\n
Luasem loc \u00een fa\u021ba unui copac gol. Banca p\u0103rea \u0219ubred\u0103. Sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia.<\/p>\n
Era sf\u00e2r\u0219it de var\u0103.<\/p>\n
Frigul serii m\u0103 g\u0103si brusc. Tremuram \u0219i \u00eencercam s\u0103 nu-mi pierd speran\u021ba.<\/p>\n
Poate trebuia s-o iau pe alt\u0103 c\u0103rare?<\/p>\n
Casa \u00een fa\u021ba c\u0103reia st\u0103team era \u00eenalt\u0103, pictat\u0103 odat\u0103 \u00een roz, dar roas\u0103 de timp. Geamurile sclipeau de cur\u0103\u021benie. \u00cen spatele sticlei \u2013 perdele grele, \u00eenchise, negre.<\/p>\n
Pe geamul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 u\u0219i str\u0103lucea o lum\u00e2nare.<\/p>\n
Sclipirile mi-au prins privirea.<\/p>\n
\u00cencet, \u00een jurul acelei str\u0103luciri, parc\u0103 form\u00e2ndu-se din neant, ap\u0103ru un chip. Aceea\u0219i expresie de interes sec, lipsit de emo\u021bii. Privire plictisit\u0103 de cli\u0219ee.<\/p>\n
Tu.<\/p>\n
Tres\u0103risem.<\/p>\n
Iar?<\/p>\n
Aveam halucina\u021bii?<\/p>\n
Cine erai?<\/p>\n
De ce… m\u0103 priveai?<\/p>\n
Te-ai \u00eencruntat. Vreo confuzie, \u00eencurc\u0103tur\u0103, era imposibil s\u0103 te fi putut vedea!<\/p>\n
\u0218i, totu\u0219i, iat\u0103-ne: fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 ridicasem de pe banc\u0103. Voiam s\u0103 te v\u0103d.<\/p>\n
Ridicasei m\u00e2na s\u0103 atingi sticla. Degetele str\u0103luceau intens \u00een razele lum\u00e2n\u0103rii. Vr\u0103jitorie curat\u0103!<\/p>\n
Sim\u021beam r\u0103ceala sticlei \u00een aer. \u00cemi r\u0103m\u0103sese o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n
U\u0219ile se deschiser\u0103 brusc. Imaginea feeric\u0103 se \u0219terse cu p\u00e2lp\u00e2iala lum\u00e2n\u0103rii.<\/p>\n
Nu!<\/p>\n
Din cas\u0103 au ie\u0219it trei copii. Dou\u0103 fete \u0219i un b\u0103iat, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenso\u021bitori \u0219i \u00een mare grab\u0103. Cea mai mic\u0103, de vreo cinci-\u0219ase ani, purta o rochie alb\u0103, deosebit de alb\u0103, cu o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de gherghefuri pe toate marginile. Pe cap \u2013 o p\u0103l\u0103rie. Pielea \u2013 roz fin.<\/p>\n
Cea mai mare, de vreo treisprezece-paisprezece ani, \u00een pragul adolescen\u021bei, pierduse farmecul copil\u0103riei demult. Nas c\u00e2rn, ochi cruzi, rochie rupt\u0103 \u00een dreptul genunchilor, p\u0103r negru. Pe cap \u2013 o bonet\u0103. Pielea \u2013 maur.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul p\u0103rea s\u0103 fie fratele celei mai mici. Blond, vreo zece-unsprezece ani, cu cravata legat\u0103 str\u00e2mb, str\u00e2ngea la piept o les\u0103 roas\u0103 de din\u021bi. Pe obrajii rumeni se rostogoleau lacrimile visului distrus. Pe cap \u2013 p\u0103l\u0103rie de paie. Pielea \u2013 fierbinte.<\/p>\n
Cei mici se \u021bineau de m\u00e2na celei mai mari, care \u00ee\u0219i duse poverile spre sc\u0103ri.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Unde mergem, Liz? Unde ne duci?<\/p>\n
Copila continu\u0103 s\u0103 sc\u00e2nceasc\u0103 tot drumul. Bruneta \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103dea ochii peste cap \u0219i repeta acela\u0219i r\u0103spuns:<\/p>\n
\u2013 Mergem s\u0103 ne juc\u0103m \u00een port! Nu mai \u00eentreba!<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul continua s\u0103 jeleasc\u0103 trecutul. Lacrimile se gr\u0103m\u0103deau \u00een suflet \u0219i coborau pe obraji, p\u00e2n\u0103 se pierdeau \u00een praful drumului.<\/p>\n
M-am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 consider acea lum\u00e2nare un semn. M\u0103 luasem dup\u0103 copii.<\/p>\n
Bruneta m\u0103 privi alarmat\u0103 \u2013 nu m\u0103 cuno\u0219tea, deci prezentam un pericol. Gr\u0103bi pasul.<\/p>\n
St\u0103ruisem \u0219i eu.<\/p>\n
O lu\u0103 la fug\u0103 pe trepte. Copiii \u00eei at\u00e2rnau de m\u00e2ini ca dou\u0103 co\u0219uri. La un moment dat lu\u0103 feti\u021ba \u00een bra\u021be. Ochii alba\u0219tri m\u0103 contemplau atent de dup\u0103 um\u0103rul brunetei. Fix.<\/p>\n
Atent.<\/p>\n
Curios.<\/p>\n
Buclele blonde s\u0103ltau cu fiecare treapt\u0103.<\/p>\n
I-am z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi z\u00e2mbise.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul continua s\u0103 sc\u00e2nceasc\u0103. Luna \u00ee\u0219i aprinse becul str\u0103lucitor. Sc\u0103rile nu m\u0103 mai ame\u021beau. Umbrele \u00ee\u0219i s\u0103pau loc \u00een pietrele treptelor, \u00een c\u0103r\u0103mizile caselor, \u00een copacii goi din vale.<\/p>\n
\u00cen spatele meu.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ochii alba\u0219tri din fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen p\u0103rul negru al fetei de cel mult paisprezece ani.<\/p>\n
Disp\u0103ru dup\u0103 col\u021b.<\/p>\n
Subit.<\/p>\n
O lu\u0103 pe c\u0103rarea \u00eentunecat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pe strada umplut\u0103 de noapte domina lini\u0219tea. Undeva \u00een dreapta fo\u0219neau valurile golfului, invizibile, dar sonore. Acoperi\u0219urile prindeau \u00een capcane de lemn razele stelelor, greieri surzi rodeau strunele lustruite \u00een noroiul uli\u021bei. Geamuri f\u0103r\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri.<\/p>\n
Fiecare pas r\u0103suna \u00een ecouri. P\u0103s\u0103ri mici roiau \u00een jurul caselor, ciugulind resturi. Nu se dep\u0103rtau de grinzi \u2013 erau prinse de ideea seac\u0103 a unei libert\u0103\u021bi efemere.<\/p>\n
Ochii alba\u0219tri au disp\u0103rut printre umbre. Copiii coborau spre docuri.<\/p>\n
Unde fugeau?<\/p>\n
De cine fugeau?<\/p>\n
Asta trebuia s\u0103 aflu?<\/p>\n
Peisajul se modific\u0103 brusc: pere\u021bii din piatr\u0103 au regresat la lemn putrezit de v\u00e2ntul umed, ramele albe \u0219i balcoanele geamurilor au cedat totul schelelor de lemn cioplite str\u00e2mb, tarabele au prins num\u0103r.<\/p>\n
Miros de pe\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Butoaie cu funduri sparte.<\/p>\n
Copiii se \u00eendreptau spre cap\u0103tul aleii, unde se \u00eentrez\u0103reau vag casele vechi ale pescarilor. \u00cen razele felinarelor, albul rochiei celei mici suda lumina \u0219i \u00eentunericul.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi era frig.<\/p>\n
Dintr-odat\u0103, bruneta coti spre una dintre case. Porti\u021ba de fier sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2i ascu\u021bit \u00een lini\u0219tea dominant\u0103, iar dup\u0103 st\u0103tea o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 nins\u0103 de timp. Toate bijuteriile le avea cu ea.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na lu\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be b\u0103iatul \u0219i era gata s\u0103 le deschid\u0103 u\u0219a, c\u00e2nd m\u0103 z\u0103ri. Se uita lung, atent, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 ghiceasc\u0103, dup\u0103 care \u00eemi f\u0103cu semn s\u0103 m\u0103 apropii.<\/p>\n
Porti\u021ba de fier sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2i din nou.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na m\u0103 privi iar, dup\u0103 care m\u0103 invit\u0103 \u00een\u0103untru cu un gest larg. Bruneta se uit\u0103 alarmat\u0103, dar nu \u00eendr\u0103zni s\u0103 spun\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
U\u0219a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2i lung.<\/p>\n
Camera sumbr\u0103 \u00een nuan\u021be de ro\u0219u crea atmosfera unui loc lipsit de legile obi\u0219nuite ale naturii. Pere\u021bi umplu\u021bi de rafturi cu c\u0103r\u021bi, sticle colorate, plante uscate \u0219i tot felul de statuete p\u0103reau lustruite de ezoterie. \u00cen mijloc \u2013 o mas\u0103 acoperit\u0103 cu o \u021bes\u0103tur\u0103 groas\u0103 de sac, pe mas\u0103 \u2013 o sfer\u0103 de cristal iluminat\u0103 de o lamp\u0103 cu gaz, \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de c\u0103r\u021bi de tarot. L\u00e2ng\u0103 mas\u0103 \u2013 trei scaune de lemn.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na se a\u0219ez\u0103 pe unul din scaune \u0219i lu\u0103 b\u0103iatul \u00een bra\u021be. Bruneta \u00eei ced\u0103 locul celei mici. Eu \u2013 pe ultimul scaun.<\/p>\n
Lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Ochi verzi \u00een fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Privire fix\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Vreau s\u0103 g\u0103sesc ie\u0219irea, m\u0103 aud zic\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na str\u00e2nse de pe mas\u0103 c\u0103r\u021bile f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi r\u0103spund\u0103. \u00cen lini\u0219tea nop\u021bii p\u00e2lp\u00e2ia lampa, sm\u00e2rcea b\u0103iatul \u0219i vr\u0103jitoarea amesteca soarta mea \u00eentre palme.<\/p>\n
N-am crezut niciodat\u0103 \u00een ghicit. Poate pentru c\u0103, de obicei, mi se prezicea nimicul. \u00centunericul cel mai aspru.<\/p>\n
Nu m\u0103 \u00eengrijora oricum, da?<\/p>\n
Degetele groase alunecau u\u0219or pe buc\u0103\u021bile roase de carton. Magia p\u00e2lp\u00e2ia \u00een aer.<\/p>\n
\u00cemp\u0103rat, Prost, Moarte.<\/p>\n
Impresionant. Cum am spus \u2013 \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
Vr\u0103jitoarea se uit\u0103 fix de sub pleoapele lipsite de gene.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Renun\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Nu.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na cl\u0103tin\u0103 din cap dezaprobator, dobor\u00e2nd cu o mi\u0219care imense construc\u021bii urcate pe speran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Copila brunet\u0103 arunc\u0103 o privire piezi\u0219\u0103 spre geamul opac.<\/p>\n
B\u0103iatul se opri brusc din sm\u00e2rcit.<\/p>\n
Blonda \u00eencet\u0103 din a mai da din picioare.<\/p>\n
Geamul?<\/p>\n
Ce e cu el?<\/p>\n
\u0218uieratul lung se deslu\u0219i \u00een ultima clip\u0103. Ghiuleaua explod\u0103 chiar \u00een mijlocul str\u0103zii, pr\u0103bu\u0219ind pere\u021bii locuin\u021bei vr\u0103jitore\u0219ti, dobor\u00e2nd acoperi\u0219ul, sp\u0103rg\u00e2nd sticla geamurilor.<\/p>\n
Abia reu\u0219isem s\u0103 str\u00e2ng la p\u0103m\u00e2nt copila cu bucle blonde, dup\u0103 care s\u0103 aud cum picioarele din fa\u021b\u0103 ale mesei s-au pr\u0103bu\u0219it sub greutatea parilor din acoperi\u0219 \u0219i a pietrelor groazei nimicitoare. Masa pr\u0103bu\u0219it\u0103 devenise scut, fa\u021ba de mas\u0103 \u2013 mantie, pere\u021bii \u2013 pericol, iar norocul \u2013 deus ex-machine.<\/em><\/p>\n Exploziile continuau, dar deviat: ghiulelele plesneau haotic \u00een jur, dar departe. Praful se r\u0103scula \u00eentr-o cea\u021b\u0103 dens\u0103, opac\u0103, ce ridica grani\u021be de ne\u00eenvins \u00eentre universul casei pr\u0103bu\u0219ite \u0219i ora\u0219ul spart ca o sfer\u0103 de sticl\u0103.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eencumetasem s\u0103 deschid ochii \u0219i s\u0103 eliberez capul blond din str\u00e2nsoare. Copila \u00eencepu s\u0103 sc\u00e2nceasc\u0103 de fric\u0103. Picioarele mesei sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2iau amenin\u021b\u0103tor.<\/p>\n Praf.<\/p>\n Pericol.<\/p>\n Nu puteam s\u0103 respir.<\/p>\n Printre tusea distrug\u0103toare am reu\u0219it s\u0103 deslu\u0219esc r\u0103getul nebun al panicii ce acoperise ora\u0219ul. Trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 gr\u0103besc.<\/p>\n Cu un br\u00e2nci puternic dobor\u00e2sem masa de lemn \u0219i, \u00eencet, m\u0103 ridicasem cu copila la piept. C\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i mai \u00eencolo bruneta tr\u0103gea disperat de m\u00e2na b\u0103tr\u00e2nei, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 o scoat\u0103 de sub gr\u0103mada de pietre. Lacrimile grele l\u0103sau urme curate \u00een masca din cenu\u0219\u0103 neagr\u0103 ce-i acoperea fa\u021ba.<\/p>\n B\u0103iatul \u2013 nic\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n Printre parii de lemn rup\u021bi \u0219i colbul de argint c\u0103r\u021bile risipite de tarot p\u0103reau fragmentele unui vas de cristal, dobor\u00e2t de furia sor\u021bii. Viitorul cernea din sita ei, iar str\u0103inii ce \u00eencercau s\u0103-i prind\u0103 firele erau arunca\u021bi \u00een bra\u021bele uit\u0103rii. \u00cen \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n M\u0103 apropiasem de brunet\u0103 \u0219i o str\u00e2nsesem de um\u0103r.<\/p>\n Se uit\u0103 la mine. Ochii negri mureau \u00eencet, \u00eenneca\u021bi \u00een ploaia disper\u0103rii.<\/p>\n \u2013 Trebuie s\u0103 mergem.<\/p>\n Fata d\u0103du din cap, \u0219i, arunc\u00e2nd o ultim\u0103 privire m\u00e2inii de care se \u021binea str\u00e2ns p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, o l\u0103s\u0103 jos.<\/p>\n Copila din bra\u021bele mele \u00eencepu s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103. Buclele blonde tres\u0103reau de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i chema mama. Bruneta \u00eentinse m\u00e2inile spre ea, lu\u00e2nd-o din bra\u021bele mele.<\/p>\n Unde trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 duc?<\/p>\n Ce trebuia s\u0103 fac?<\/p>\n R\u0103spunsul veni subit, de dup\u0103 col\u021b, \u00een num\u0103r mare.<\/p>\n Un grup de r\u0103zboinici, cu r\u00e2njete amenin\u021b\u0103toare \u0219i valul de teroare \u00een spate, c\u0103lcau pe ruinele caselor \u0219i roiau \u00een c\u0103utare de comori. Moartea sticlea \u00een ochii lor tulburi de setea de cruzime.<\/p>\n Unul dintre ei, c\u0103pitanul, ar\u0103t\u0103 spre feti\u021ba blond\u0103 \u0219i scoase un urlet de victorie.<\/p>\n \u2013 Am g\u0103sit-o! Soarta!<\/p>\n \u00cei str\u00e2nsesem m\u00e2na brunetei.<\/p>\n \u2013 Fugi!<\/p>\n Pietrele casei d\u0103r\u00e2mate se ridicau \u00een obstacole greu de dep\u0103\u0219it. \u00cen spate, urletele \u0219i g\u0103l\u0103gia pira\u021bilor ne c\u0103lcau urmele, ridic\u00e2nd din praful drumurilor pere\u021bi de groaz\u0103.<\/p>\n Inspir.<\/p>\n Expir.<\/p>\n Inspir din nou.<\/p>\n Aceea\u0219i bifurcare a drumurilor de mai devreme. Pisica neagr\u0103 o luase din nou \u00een sus, spre v\u00e2rful dealului, printre pietrele pere\u021bilor d\u0103r\u00e2ma\u021bi de ghiulele.<\/p>\n Atunci spre v\u00e2rf.<\/p>\n Ce urma s\u0103 fac dup\u0103 nu m\u0103 interesa.<\/p>\n Nu m\u0103 interesa nimic, niciodat\u0103!<\/p>\n Acelea\u0219i sc\u0103ri ame\u021bitoare. Acela\u0219i spa\u021biu deschis de unde se vedea marea \u00eentunecat\u00e2. Casa copiilor distrus\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een temelii.<\/p>\n Nu mai era nici o cale de sc\u0103pare.<\/p>\n Copila blond\u0103 sc\u00e2nci mai tare. O luasem \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i m\u0103 gr\u0103bisem s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund \u00een spatele buc\u0103\u021bilor de perete cu vopseaua roz cojit\u0103 pe alocuri.<\/p>\n M\u0103 distan\u021bam \u00eencet, parc\u0103 dezlipindu-m\u0103 de imaginea d\u0103r\u00e2m\u00e2turilor roz. Orizontul se ridic\u0103 \u00een pere\u021bi vopsi\u021bi, cerul se ilumin\u0103 orbitor de reflectoarele fierbin\u021bi, copila blond\u0103 se topi \u00eentr-o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 de por\u021belan, cea brunet\u0103 disp\u0103ru dup\u0103 cortin\u0103, iar curtea deveni scena care urma s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorsesem spre public.<\/p>\n Sal\u0103 goal\u0103.<\/p>\n SF\u00c2R\u0218ITUL P\u0102R\u021aII I<\/p>\n \n ***<\/p>\n \n Aceea\u0219i camer\u0103 gri f\u0103r\u0103 u\u0219i.<\/p>\n Balconul str\u0103lucea \u00een lumina unui asfin\u021bit de var\u0103. Draperiile trase abia l\u0103sau lumina aurie s\u0103 coloreze monocromul dispersat \u00een oglinzi.<\/p>\n De la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n Picioarele \u00eemi p\u0103reau prinse cu lan\u021buri de pat.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridicasem \u00een capul oaselor, \u00eemi trecusem m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r. Praful str\u0103lucea \u00een perdeaua de lumin\u0103 f\u0103cut\u0103 de cr\u0103p\u0103tura \u021bes\u0103turii de la geam. \u00cemi ap\u0103ruse \u00een minte imaginea, \u00eenc\u0103 proasp\u0103t\u0103, a chipului mistuit de deschiderea unei u\u0219i.<\/p>\n Ce trebuia s\u0103 fac acum?<\/p>\n Praful auriu se roti \u00een valuri, form\u00e2nd v\u00e2rtejuri de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n Lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n Urm\u0103ream vraja acelei perdele de lumin\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dau seama de trecerea timpului. De fapt, timpul p\u0103rea prins \u00een capcana acelor fire mici de praf str\u0103lucitor, incapabil s\u0103 evadeze. \u00centinsesem m\u00e2na s\u0103 le ating \u2013 \u00eemi p\u0103rea mai fermec\u0103tor dec\u00e2t orice nuan\u021b\u0103 de gri ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjura \u00een camera cu oglinzi. Trebuia s\u0103 evadez.<\/p>\n Colbul str\u0103lucitor \u00eemi sc\u0103pa printre degete \u2013 nu se l\u0103sa prins de m\u00e2na material\u0103. Era liber.<\/p>\n Briza scoase praful \u00een furtun\u0103 pe fereastr\u0103, l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urma sa perdelele trase str\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n \u00centuneric.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridicasem de pe pat.<\/p>\n Genunchii \u00eemi tremurau de oboseal\u0103. M\u0103 dizolv\u0103m \u00een timp.<\/p>\n \u00cencet.<\/p>\n Lent.<\/p>\n Inevitabil.<\/p>\n M\u0103 sprijinisem de peretele opus geamului. Oglinda goal\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 ram\u0103, reflecta lumina din ochii mei. \u00cemi lipisem m\u00e2na de suprafa\u021ba rece. Voiam at\u00e2t de mult s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sesc lini\u0219tea acelui gri cotropitor!<\/p>\n Oglinda… nu.<\/p>\n Suprafa\u021b\u0103 rece, tare, solid\u0103\u2026 nu aveam libertatea s\u0103 plec.<\/p>\n \u00centuneric \u0219i singur\u0103tate.<\/p>\n Alunecasem pe perete \u00een jos.<\/p>\n Ce urma s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple? Ce putea s\u0103 m\u0103 uimeasc\u0103 mai mult?<\/p>\n Lumina aurie dincolo de perdele m\u0103 atr\u0103gea \u00eengrozitor. Era at\u00e2t de u\u0219or s\u0103 m\u0103 arunc \u00een bra\u021bele ei, \u00eenc\u00e2t teama din vene \u00eemi oprea orice mi\u0219care.<\/p>\n Era mult prea u\u0219or s\u0103 renun\u021b.<\/p>\n Stop.<\/p>\n Jos, l\u00e2ng\u0103 draperiile grele, str\u0103lucea un gr\u0103unte de lumin\u0103. Razele asfin\u021bitului \u0219i-au uitat ultimul fragment de supranatural.<\/p>\n Str\u0103lucea at\u00e2t de puternic, \u00eenc\u00e2t m\u0103 dureau ochii.<\/p>\n Cum am putut s\u0103 nu-l observ de la \u00eenceput?<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentinsesem pe jos, dar, cu toat\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea mea, nu-mi ajungea o sfor\u021bare ca s\u0103 ating divinul.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorsesem pe spate.<\/p>\n Pe tavan, sub ochii mei, luase fiin\u021b\u0103 o nou\u0103 oglind\u0103. Marginile ei \u00eemi constr\u00e2ngeau liniile corpului fad.<\/p>\n Statuie spart\u0103, bandajat\u0103 \u00een haine.<\/p>\n \u00centinsesem m\u00e2inile \u00een p\u0103r\u021bi. Oglinda se lungi dup\u0103 ele. Comic.<\/p>\n Ridicasem bra\u021bul spre ea.<\/p>\n Tavanul \u00eencepu s\u0103 picure, scurg\u00e2ndu-se pe podea. Pic\u0103turi mici, transparente, traversau perpendicular v\u0103zduhul, inund\u00e2nd camera \u00een lacrimi.<\/p>\n Nu mai pl\u00e2nge\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u00cenc\u0103 nu m\u0103 \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n Apa s\u0103rat\u0103 \u00een disperare m\u0103 ridica tot mai sus, spre oglind\u0103. Gr\u0103untele de lumin\u0103 r\u0103m\u0103sese prins de podea.<\/p>\n Unde ajungeam de data asta?<\/p>\n PARTEA II. CO\u0218MAR<\/p>\n \n Razele soarelui \u00eemi distrug tot universul umplut de \u00eentuneric. Poate, totu\u0219i, c\u0103ldura lor nu e at\u00e2t de istovitoare cum am crezut la \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n M\u0103 trezisem brusc.<\/p>\n Tres\u0103risem chiar.<\/p>\n Vagon gol.<\/p>\n Corpul ce mi se oferise a a\u021bipit cu un moment \u00eenainte s\u0103-l posed. Capul lipit de geam vibra \u00een tact sticlei iluminate de asfin\u021bit. Ora\u0219ul de dincolo sclipea ca un m\u0103rg\u0103ritar: cl\u0103diri \u00eenalte, toate \u00eembr\u0103cate \u00een sticl\u0103, reflectau libertatea. P\u0103s\u0103rile m\u00e2ng\u00e2iau cu v\u00e2rfurile aripilor norii aurii picta\u021bi \u00een ferestre. Podul \u0219erpuia prin ora\u0219, sp\u0103rg\u00e2ndu-l \u00een dou\u0103.<\/p>\n Z\u00e2mbisem.<\/p>\n At\u00e2rnam din nou de firul p\u00e2nzei libert\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n Scaunele de lemn lustruit r\u0103sp\u00e2ndeau \u00een toate col\u021burile vagonului umbra soarelui. Praful str\u0103lucea natural \u2013 o amintire vag\u0103 a vr\u0103jitoriei din camera cu oglinzi.<\/p>\n \u00cenchisesem ochii.<\/p>\n \u00cen cea de-a doua c\u0103l\u0103torie a mea mi-am dorit, pentru o clip\u0103, s\u0103 nu mai fug.<\/p>\n Trenul \u0219erpuia printre cl\u0103diri, trecea prin ele, sp\u0103rgea lini\u0219tea. Nu se oprea. \u0218i poate a\u0219 fi r\u0103mas \u00een acel vagon, pe acel loc, pentru totdeauna dac\u0103, din fericire, acesta nu \u00eencetini, oprindu-se pe un pod.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eendreptasem spre u\u0219i, care se deschiseser\u0103 cu un sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it zgomotos.<\/p>\n Aerul ora\u0219ului pierdut \u00een viitorul utopic era acela\u0219i aer pe care \u00eel respiram mereu.<\/p>\n Cald.<\/p>\n U\u0219or.<\/p>\n Liber.<\/p>\n Lumina apusului, \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiat\u0103 peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt, se fisura \u00een blocurile de la bariera orizontului, \u00een podul din mijlocul lumii, printre degetele palmei mele \u00eentinse.<\/p>\n Trenul \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchise u\u0219ile \u0219i porni, \u00eendep\u0103rt\u00e2ndu-se de pod, \u00een c\u0103utarea altor suflete r\u0103t\u0103cite.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorsesem de la lumina cople\u0219itoare. Trebuia s\u0103 ajung pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n Dep\u0103rtarea \u00eenghi\u021bea marginile trotuarului. \u0218inele trosneau, \u00eencalzite, iar eu alunecam \u00eencet \u00een valurile de beton ale ora\u0219ului.<\/p>\n Mirosul de sticl\u0103 se disipa u\u0219or \u00een pere\u021bi de nisip \u00eent\u0103rit. Drumul sp\u0103rgea \u00een dou\u0103 maluri uscatul pr\u0103pastiilor artificiale. Oameni \u2013 nic\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n Singur\u0103tatea m\u0103 urm\u0103rea mereu ca o umbr\u0103, doar c\u0103 atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 \u00eentorceam s\u0103 o v\u0103d nu o puteam g\u0103si prelins\u0103 pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt \u00een spatele meu. \u0218tiam c\u0103 era acolo, undeva, prins\u0103 \u00een straturi v\u00e2scoase \u00een jurul inimii mele reci.<\/p>\n Era prea cald afar\u0103.<\/p>\n Prea cald.<\/p>\n \u00cen sticlele \u00eembr\u0103cate \u00een umbre se oglindea corpul str\u0103in pe care \u00eel posedam. Avea bra\u021be sub\u021biri \u0219i purta ro\u0219u. P\u0103rea o stafie ce traversa supranatural dintr-o oglind\u0103 \u00een alta.<\/p>\n Iar din spate, nea\u0219teptat, ap\u0103ruser\u0103 dou\u0103 oglindiri str\u0103ine.<\/p>\n Fata \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de acela\u0219i praf str\u0103lucitor dup\u0103 care t\u00e2njisem \u00een camera cu oglinzi zburda r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, urm\u0103rit\u0103 \u00eendeaproape de o hait\u0103 de lupi. Blana lor neagr\u0103, murdar\u0103 de s\u00e2ngele pr\u0103zilor sf\u00e2\u0219iate, reflecta \u00een nuan\u021be incandescente colbul plutitor pe pere\u021bii de sticl\u0103. V\u00e2ntul vitezei ridica \u00een spatele fetei nori din rochia alb\u0103, iar amurgul \u00eei cedase culoarea soarelui adormit.<\/p>\n Trecuse \u00een grab\u0103 pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, de parc\u0103 nici n-ar fi fost.<\/p>\n Dezlipisem privirea de la sticl\u0103. R\u00e2sul necunoscutei \u00eemi r\u0103suna insistent \u00eentre oasele craniului.<\/p>\n Fata se desprinse de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, se \u00eempinse cu talpa de peretele unui bloc \u0219i ateriz\u0103 pe marginea acoperi\u0219ului. Haita o urm\u0103, fascinat\u0103 de gra\u021bia buc\u0103\u021bii de carne pe care trebuiau s\u0103 o prind\u0103.<\/p>\n Curiozitatea omoar\u0103 pisici.<\/p>\n Fugeam.<\/p>\n Din nou.<\/p>\n Urm\u0103ream de jos cum picioarele sub\u021biri s\u0103reau de pe un bloc de sticl\u0103 pe altul, cum balansau pe firele at\u00e2rnate mult deasupra p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, cum c\u0103lcau atent pe balustradele cilindrice de metal.<\/p>\n Necunoscuta continua s\u0103 se amuze de apropierea sf\u00e2r\u0219itului.<\/p>\n Oare cine o fi fost?<\/p>\n Mutam picioarele din ce \u00een ce mai repede. T\u0103lpile c\u0103lcau u\u0219or, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eempotrivire, aerul nu m\u0103 \u00eempingea \u00eenapoi, soarele sclipea la orizont. Fugeam, dar parc\u0103 n-a\u0219 fi fugit.<\/p>\n R\u00e2deam.<\/p>\n \u00cencepeam s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg acea stare. P\u0103rea uluitor de asem\u0103n\u0103toare cu fericirea. Voiam s-o prind de picior, s\u0103 pot s\u0103 ating lini\u0219tea.<\/p>\n Necunoscuta \u00eentinsese m\u00e2inile \u00een p\u0103r\u021bi. R\u00e2dea \u00een fa\u021ba brizei, imita un avion, rotind bra\u021bele prin praful auriu ce o \u00eenconjura. Ajung\u00e2nd la un bloc prea \u00eenalt pentru libertatea ei, fata se arunc\u0103 \u00een bra\u021bele vidului, se prinse de un felinar \u0219i ateriz\u0103 pe trotuarul \u00eenc\u0103lzit. Haita nu avea at\u00e2ta curaj \u2013 c\u0103uta o cale de \u00eentoarcere.<\/p>\n Fata se str\u00e2mb\u0103 la lupi, dup\u0103 care se uit\u0103 lung la cl\u0103direa pe care nu o putea cuceri.<\/p>\n O ajunsesem din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n Nu m\u0103 vedea.<\/p>\n Se uita fix prin mine.<\/p>\n Ai sim\u021bit vreodat\u0103 c\u0103 persoana cu care vorbe\u0219ti te prive\u0219te, dar nu te vede? De parc\u0103 v-ar desp\u0103r\u021bi un perete de sticl\u0103 prin care po\u021bi vedea doar tu. Sau o perdea diafan\u0103 ce desparte ploaia de pat. Sau o boal\u0103 incurabil\u0103.<\/p>\n Sem\u0103na pu\u021bin cu tine. Avea aceea\u0219i privire ce consuma orice idee diferit\u0103 de a celorlal\u021bi. Acel interes pentru aventuri, mai ales pentru cele str\u0103ine. Acea sclipire ce \u00ee\u021bi distruge mereu chipul c\u00e2nd dispari.<\/p>\n \u00centinsesem palma.<\/p>\n Soarele cobora tot mai jos, p\u0103r\u0103sind lumea celor vii.<\/p>\n O prinsesem de bra\u021b cu ultima sclipire a asfin\u021bitului.<\/p>\n Ora\u0219ul se inund\u0103 brusc de \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n Fata \u021bip\u0103, \u00eengrozit\u0103.<\/p>\n Praful str\u0103lucitor ced\u0103 lumina haosului \u0219i c\u0103zu, neputincios, pe asfaltul rece, la picioarele necunoscutei. Deasupra capului, norii se str\u00e2nser\u0103 amenin\u021b\u0103tor \u00eentr-un v\u00e2rtej negru. De\u0219i nu aveam cum, am sim\u021bit-o.<\/p>\n Groaza.<\/p>\n Fata m\u0103 privea speriat\u0103, dar nu \u00eencerca s\u0103 se elibereze.<\/p>\n \u2013 De ce ai f\u0103cut asta?!<\/p>\n Adic\u0103?<\/p>\n \u2013 Cine te-a pus s\u0103 strici totul?!<\/p>\n M\u0103 prinsese de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i fugi spre cl\u0103dire, arunc\u00e2nd priviri disperate \u00een spate. \u00cen \u00eentuneric, rochia ei alb\u0103 c\u00e2ndva se umplu de umbrele spaimei. M\u00e2na cu care m\u0103 lega str\u00e2ns de groaza ei tremura \u00eencet.<\/p>\n \u2013 De ce fugim?<\/p>\n \u2013 Cum adic\u0103 de ce?! Tu nu vezi ce<\/em> vine?<\/p>\n \u00centorsesem capul.<\/p>\n Printre cl\u0103dirile de cristal \u00eenchis bezna n\u0103\u0219tea larvele pericolului.<\/p>\n Nu deslu\u0219eam nimic.<\/p>\n Asfaltul devenea din ce \u00een ce mai palpabil. Pa\u0219ii deveneau tot mai grei, v\u00e2ntul nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa s\u0103 m\u0103 salvez. Inspiram aerul dens mai mult dec\u00e2t era nevoie.<\/p>\n U\u0219a de sticl\u0103 se deschise larg.<\/p>\n Un pas.<\/p>\n U\u0219\u0103 \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00een spate.<\/p>\n Lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n Cl\u0103direa de sticl\u0103 pe dinafar\u0103 era un mijloc de copac pe din\u0103untru. Podeaua lipsea \u2013 din vid urcau sc\u0103ri muceg\u0103ite spre infinitul sumbru. O briz\u0103 rece se ridica \u0219i ea zguduind sufletele, rochia plin\u0103 de umbre \u0219i haina mea ro\u0219ie, rupt\u0103.<\/p>\n Necunoscuta nu-mi l\u0103sa m\u00e2na.<\/p>\n Urcam trepte sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ietoare, verzi de mu\u0219chi \u0219i neatinse de timp.<\/p>\n \u00cen spate, \u00een crescendo<\/em>, se preg\u0103tea ceva.<\/em><\/p>\n Pa\u0219ii deveneau din ce \u00een ce mai puternici. M\u00e2na ce m\u0103 str\u00e2ngea se acoperi de transpira\u021bie.<\/p>\n Tremolo.<\/em><\/p>\n Niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 nu cobori la subsol c\u00e2nd auzi muzica terorii.<\/p>\n Da?<\/p>\n Alunecasem.<\/p>\n M\u00e2na umed\u0103 \u00eemi scap\u0103 din palm\u0103.<\/p>\n \u021aipam.<\/p>\n \u00centunericul vidului m\u0103 \u00eenghi\u021bea \u00eencet, devor\u00e2ndu-mi curajul de a riposta. Treptele umede zburau \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor, sub sunetul strig\u0103telor de ajutor \u0219i al \u021bip\u0103tului de groaz\u0103 al fetei ce \u00eencerca s\u0103 m\u0103 ajung\u0103 din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n Ceva<\/em> mi se \u00eencol\u0103cise \u00een jurul piciorului st\u00e2ng, de\u0219i vedeam clar c\u0103 era liber.<\/p>\n Atunci sim\u021bisem.<\/p>\n Durere.<\/em><\/p>\n Nu \u00eencercasem ceva at\u00e2t de real \u0219i tangibil de o gr\u0103mad\u0103 de timp. Oasele piciorului se distruser\u0103 \u00een zeci de buc\u0103\u021bi sub presiunea necunoscut\u0103. Delirul torturii \u00eemi topi percep\u021bia \u2013 \u021bipam dup\u0103 ajutor.<\/p>\n Zg\u00e2riam cu unghiile p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge treptele de lemn, decojind a\u0219chii ascu\u021bite, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, din fericire, am reu\u0219it s\u0103 m\u0103 prind de o ramur\u0103 ie\u0219it\u0103 din perete. Necunoscuta ajunse imediat, m\u0103 prinse de gulerul hainei ro\u0219ii \u0219i m\u0103 trase din toate puterile spre ea.<\/p>\n Piciorul se rupse din genunchi.<\/p>\n Creatura plecase cu el.<\/p>\n Nu mai aveam voce s\u0103 strig. Durerea m\u0103 cople\u0219ea. \u00cemi doream s\u0103 renun\u021b.<\/p>\n Era at\u00e2t de u\u0219or s\u0103 renun\u021b atunci!<\/p>\n Printre lacrimile ce \u00eemi ungeau fa\u021ba, am deslu\u0219it chipul fetei.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngea \u0219i ea.<\/p>\n M\u0103 prinse de bra\u021be \u0219i m\u0103 trase \u00een sus. Ma ag\u0103\u021basem de g\u00e2tul ei \u0219i m\u0103 ridicasem pe piciorul \u00eentreg.<\/p>\n Poate vrei s\u0103 afli cum mai urcam sc\u0103rile?<\/p>\n Eh.<\/p>\n Ne t\u00e2ram.<\/p>\n Iar din spate, odat\u0103 cu fiecare pic\u0103tur\u0103 de agonie ce l\u0103sa urme pe treptele muceg\u0103ite, urcau umbrele.<\/p>\n Ar fi fost un act de mare curaj dac\u0103 \u00eei ziceam fetei s\u0103 m\u0103 lase \u0219i s\u0103 se salveze. Nu aveam acel curaj. Egoismul \u0219i setea de existen\u021b\u0103 m\u0103 sileau s\u0103 m\u0103 prind de acel nor, de acea ultim\u0103 \u0219ans\u0103 de sc\u0103pare.<\/p>\n Nu realizam nimic din toate astea atunci. \u00cemi urcam corpul \u00eemprumutat, respins pentru reutilizare, s\u0103rind de pe o treapt\u0103 pe alta, respir\u00e2nd greu, ascult\u00e2nd disperarea \u00een pl\u00e2nsul fetei.<\/p>\n Nu deslu\u0219eam cap\u0103tul acelei sc\u0103ri. P\u0103rea c\u0103 treptele urcau la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-ne prad\u0103 necunoscutului.<\/p>\n Cauchemar!<\/em><\/p>\n Din ad\u00e2ncimea \u00eentunericului \u00eencepu s\u0103 urce un vuiet infernal. \u00cent\u00e2i \u00eencet, apoi mai tare, mai tare, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eemi dobor\u00ee g\u00e2ndurile \u0219i l\u0103s\u0103 \u00een loc adrenalina. M\u0103 aruncasem \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, sp\u0103rg\u00e2ndu-mi nasul de trepte, dar nu sim\u021bisem durerea. \u00cemi b\u0103gam unghiile distruse \u00een lemn \u0219i \u00eemi tr\u0103geam corpul spre cap\u0103tul sc\u0103rii.<\/p>\n \u2013 Las\u0103-m\u0103! LAS\u0102-M\u0102!<\/p>\n M\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103sise p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i vocea. \u021aip\u0103tul aducea mai mult a \u0219oapte pe care sufletul de obicei le \u021bine numai pentru el.<\/p>\n Fata \u00eemi prinse capul \u00eentre palme.<\/p>\n \u2013 Tu controlezi totul! Salveaz\u0103-ne!<\/p>\n O str\u00e2nsesem de bra\u021be.<\/p>\n \u2013 Tu \u0219tii!… Zbori!…Scoate-m\u0103 de aici!…<\/p>\n Cedasem.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngeam \u00een hohote.<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu mai vreau nimic! Promit c\u0103 nu mai ies! Scap\u0103-m\u0103!…<\/p>\n Pe fa\u021ba ei se citea disperarea mea, oglindit\u0103.<\/p>\n M\u0103 luase \u00een bra\u021be, \u00eemi str\u00e2nse capul la piept.<\/p>\n Vuietul continua s\u0103 creasc\u0103. Cl\u0103direa \u00eencepu s\u0103 tremure. Toate treptele sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2iau \u00een unison.<\/p>\n Voiam s\u0103 se termine.<\/p>\n S\u0103 \u00eenceteze.<\/p>\n S\u0103 nu mai!<\/p>\n GATA!<\/p>\n Lini\u0219tea m\u0103 surzi.<\/p>\n Deschisesem ochii.<\/p>\n Eram pe ultima treapt\u0103, chiar \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii ce d\u0103dea spre acoperi\u0219.<\/p>\n Aveam picioarele \u00eentregi.<\/p>\n \u00cei aruncasem necunoscutei priviri nedumerite.<\/p>\n Chiar controlam totul?<\/p>\n De ce?<\/p>\n De ce eu?<\/p>\n Ea, \u00een schimb, m\u0103 ridic\u0103 \u00een picioare \u0219i, deschiz\u00e2nd u\u0219a de fier, m\u0103 lu\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n Avea din nou acea \u00eencredere \u00een ochi.<\/p>\n \u2013 Haide!<\/p>\n \u0218i p\u0103\u0219isem dup\u0103 ea pragul.<\/p>\n Acoperi\u0219ul amintea o platform\u0103 de lemn \u00eenconjurat\u0103 de coroana unui copac imens. Prin frunzi\u0219 se deslu\u0219eau cl\u0103dirile negre, lipsite de via\u021b\u0103, ale ora\u0219ului muribund. Cerul n\u0103\u0219tea tuneluri \u00eentunecate, ce se roteau \u00eencontinuu deasupra capetelor noastre.<\/p>\n \u2013 Ce facem acum?<\/p>\n Fata m\u0103 privi, z\u00e2mbind trist.<\/p>\n \u2013 Doar tu ne po\u021bi salva!<\/p>\n \u2013 Dar nu \u0219tiu cum!<\/p>\n \u00cen frunzi\u0219 \u00eencepur\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103sune col\u021bii lupilor.<\/p>\n Reveniser\u0103.<\/p>\n Necunoscuta \u00eemi arunc\u0103 o privire dezn\u0103d\u0103jduit\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2013 Tu chiar \u00ee\u021bi dore\u0219ti at\u00e2t de mult s\u0103 m\u0103 omori?<\/p>\n Ce?!<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu!<\/p>\n Ochii lupilor sclipeau \u00een nuan\u021be s\u00e2ngerii printre umbre.<\/p>\n Fata m\u0103 prinse de m\u00e2ini.<\/p>\n \u2013 Sunt Sora! Nu m\u0103 recuno\u0219ti?!<\/p>\n Platforma se cr\u0103p\u0103 la mijloc. Norul alunec\u0103 spre pr\u0103pastie.<\/p>\n Se prinse str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2inile mele.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngea.<\/p>\n Din nou.<\/p>\n \u021aipa.<\/p>\n \u2013 De ce m\u0103 ur\u0103\u0219ti at\u00e2t de mult?! Am vrut s\u0103 te ajut! Las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc!<\/p>\n \u2013 Dar nu-\u021bi vreau r\u0103ul!<\/p>\n De ce trebuia s\u0103 pierd totul, mereu?<\/p>\n Fa\u021ba uscat\u0103 r\u0103m\u0103sese uscat\u0103. Emo\u021biile m\u0103 l\u0103saser\u0103 \u00een singur\u0103tate. M\u0103 uitam t\u00e2mp la frica de uitare a necunoscutei pe care o \u021bineam str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2ini.<\/p>\n \u00cen jur, totul se schimbase. Nu mai era acel ora\u0219 de sticl\u0103, nu mai era cerul plin de nori periculo\u0219i, nu mai erau ochi \u00een \u00eentuneric ce \u00eemi doreau chinul. Nu mai erau nici frunzele. R\u0103m\u0103sesem doar eu, pr\u0103pastia de st\u00e2nc\u0103 ro\u0219iatic\u0103 \u0219i ea.<\/p>\n M\u0103 privea resemnat\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2013 Bine.<\/p>\n Arunc\u0103 o privire fugar\u0103 spre abis, dup\u0103 care \u00eemi d\u0103rui un ultim z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu uita de precau\u021bie.<\/p>\n \u0218i-mi d\u0103du drumul m\u00e2inilor.<\/p>\n Din ad\u00e2ncuri, \u00eencet, pr\u0103pastia se umplea de ap\u0103.<\/p>\n Atunci mi-am amintit cine era acea necunoscut\u0103.<\/p>\n Era Sora. Cerul \u0219i sora mea.<\/p>\n \u0218i o l\u0103sasem s\u0103 dispar\u0103.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngeam din nou, de parc\u0103 apa imens\u0103 ce cre\u0219tea nu era destul\u0103 pentru a \u00eenmorm\u00e2nta amintirile vremurilor \u00een care norul zburda pe cer \u0219i fugea de urletul lupilor.<\/p>\n Vina m\u0103 cople\u0219ea.<\/p>\n \u00cen genunchi, \u00een fa\u021ba m\u0103rii, urm\u0103ream cum valurile se apropiau tot mai mult de corpul \u00eemprumutat. Apa \u00eemi ajunsese p\u00e2n\u0103 peste umeri c\u00e2nd ridicasem capul spre cer.<\/p>\n \u2013 Vreau la voi.<\/p>\n \u0218i \u00eenchisesem ochii.<\/p>\n SF\u00c2R\u0218ITUL P\u0102R\u021aII II<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \n Ningea.<\/p>\n Perdelele diafane z\u0103ceau cu col\u021burile \u00eengropate \u00een gr\u0103mada de z\u0103pad\u0103 din fa\u021ba balconului.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngeam.<\/p>\n Lacrimile curgeau pe obrajii mei, l\u0103s\u00e2nd d\u00e2re lungi de triste\u021be.<\/p>\n Voiam s\u0103 renun\u021b.<\/p>\n Nu \u0219tiam ce m\u0103 distruse mai mult: co\u0219marul din turn sau pierderea cerului. Doar \u00eemi doream s\u0103 nu mai revin prin acele locuri niciodat\u0103 \u2013 \u00eemi era fric\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eencerc din nou s\u0103 sper.<\/p>\n Briza \u00eemi atinse fa\u021ba umed\u0103 de lacrimi.<\/p>\n Ar fi trebuit s\u0103 o simt rece.<\/p>\n Pe podea, prin gr\u0103mada de z\u0103pad\u0103 de la geam str\u0103luceau cioburile geamului distrus. Lumina neclar\u0103, lipsit\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103, se sp\u0103rgea ating\u00e2nd perdeaua, z\u0103pada \u0219i buc\u0103\u021bile de sticl\u0103, cre\u00e2nd pe tavan \u0219i pere\u021bi desene orbitoare. Triste\u021bea urca cu gheare de cristal pe zidurile cutiei mele reci.<\/p>\n \u00cemi era at\u00e2t de frig c\u0103 m\u0103 sim\u021beam fierbinte.<\/p>\n Cioburile de sticl\u0103 str\u0103luceau u\u0219or, \u00een clinchet abia perceptibil.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridicasem din pat.<\/p>\n Ame\u021beam \u00eengrozitor. M\u0103 prinsesem de perete, t\u00e2r\u00e2ndu-mi astfel triste\u021bea c\u0103tre fereastr\u0103.<\/p>\n Cioburile ascu\u021bite, cu v\u00e2rfuri amenin\u021b\u0103toare \u0219i dificil de evitat, \u00eemi atr\u0103geau privirea \u00een\u0103lbit\u0103 de frici. M\u0103 l\u0103sasem \u00een genunchi \u00een fa\u021ba om\u0103tului \u0219i apucasem unul dintre cioburi \u00eentre degete.<\/p>\n \u00cei c\u0103utam neajunsuri.<\/p>\n O simpl\u0103 bucat\u0103 de sticl\u0103 nu putea s\u0103 fie ideal\u0103. Cum nici eu nu eram. \u00cemi era antipatic g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 \u00een acea lume m\u0103rginit\u0103 de patru pere\u021bi doar eu nu puteam atinge perfec\u021biunea. A\u0219a se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 de obicei \u2013 ce nu-\u021bi place la tine cau\u021bi \u00een al\u021bii ca s\u0103 te consolezi, s\u0103 tragi egalul \u00eentre tine \u0219i restul lumii.<\/p>\n Unicul lucru care f\u0103cea bucata de sticl\u0103 imperfect\u0103 era faptul c\u0103 nu m\u0103 oglindea. Deloc.<\/p>\n \u00cen schimb, \u00een ad\u00e2ncurile sale r\u0103s\u0103reau furtuni \u0219i v\u00e2nturi nemaipomenite, ce distrugeau \u0219i combinau din nou umbra haosului pur.<\/p>\n M\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103 cred c\u0103 sunt cel mai ne\u00eensemnat punct din univers. C\u0103 orice a\u0219 face n-a\u0219 fi \u00een stare s\u0103 modific nimic.<\/p>\n Omnia fluunt.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00cemi tremurau palmele. A\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 fac ceva, s\u0103 schimb ceva, s\u0103 nu mai a\u0219tept adierile Providen\u021bei! \u00cemi doream s\u0103 devin \u021bestoasa ce c\u0103ra lumea \u00een spatele s\u0103u. Foarte mult.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngeam, din nou.<\/p>\n Pic\u0103turile reci c\u0103deau uniform peste furtunile haosului prins \u00een ciobul de sticl\u0103. Nu m\u0103 puteam aduna, \u00eemi sim\u021beam puterile disipate dincolo de balcon, iar curajul, absent, l\u0103sase o d\u00e2r\u0103 de \u00eentuneric \u00een capul meu.<\/p>\n Dintr-odat\u0103, din ad\u00e2ncurile \u021b\u0103nd\u0103rii haosului ap\u0103ru o sclipire ce se roti \u00een spiral\u0103, cresc\u00e2nd, umpl\u00e2nd tot ciobul, p\u00e2n\u0103 lumina orbitoare m\u0103 f\u0103cu s\u0103 nu mai pot privi. Din lumin\u0103, \u00eencet, parc\u0103 g\u00e2dil\u00e2nd fantasticul, au ap\u0103rut degetele, apoi palma, antebra\u021bul.<\/p>\n Nu-mi puteam lua ochii, de\u0219i lumina m\u0103 orbea.<\/p>\n Palma mi se a\u0219ez\u0103, cald\u0103, pe obraz \u0219i \u00eemi \u0219terse lacrimile.<\/p>\n Erai tu.<\/p>\n \u00cen acel moment mi-am dat seama de ceva.<\/p>\n Nu trebuia niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 fug. Oriunde a\u0219 fi nu pot s\u0103 fug de mine. M\u0103 urm\u0103resc mereu acelea\u0219i fr\u00e2nturi de lan\u021b, acela\u0219i metal ruginit, acelea\u0219i cicatrici de bici imprimate pe amintiri.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 lupt!<\/p>\n Cine mai eram dac\u0103 nu luptam pentru nimic, \u00een toat\u0103 via\u021ba mea? Ce mai puteam numi important? Ce a\u0219 fi regretat cel mai mult \u00eenainte s\u0103 dispar?<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngeam \u0219i \u00eemi doream s\u0103 pot s\u0103 te v\u0103d.<\/p>\n Erai \u0219i continui s\u0103 fii singura persoan\u0103 ce m\u0103 va putea \u00een\u021belege vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n Frica se disipa \u00eentre degetele tale. \u00cen locul ei se instaur\u0103 \u00eencrederea. Trebuia s\u0103 caut ie\u0219irea.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc!<\/p>\n Sc\u0103pasem ciobul de sticl\u0103 \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103. M\u00e2na ta se dilu\u0103 \u00eentre sclipirile fulgilor ce prinser\u0103 \u00een capcan\u0103 perdeaua diafan\u0103.<\/p>\n M\u0103 repezisem spre oglinzi.<\/p>\n R\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 doar trei.<\/p>\n Atinsesem suprafe\u021bele lucioase \u0219i lichide. De data asta puteam s\u0103 aleg.<\/p>\n F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 stau pe g\u00e2nduri, m\u0103 aruncasem \u00een abisul celei de-a treia oglinzi.<\/p>\n Ciobul de sticl\u0103 disp\u0103ru \u00een z\u0103pada ce \u00eencepea s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n \n PARTEA III. FAMILIE<\/p>\n \n Oric\u00e2t de mult mi-a\u0219 dori c\u00e2teodat\u0103 s\u0103 scap, nu reu\u0219esc dec\u00e2t s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eempiedic \u0219i s\u0103 cad. Cine m-ar putea \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba cum s\u0103-mi culeg sticla curajului meu spart? Pentru c\u0103, evident, nu m\u0103 descurc.<\/p>\n Pentru prima dat\u0103 sim\u021bisem timpul din jurul meu f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 deschid ochii.<\/p>\n Era anul 1914.<\/p>\n Oper\u0103.<\/p>\n Purtam negru.<\/p>\n \u00cemi aminteam c\u0103 v\u0103zusem aceea\u0219i sal\u0103 \u00eentr-o fotografie at\u00e2t de veche, \u00eenc\u00e2t marginile \u00eei putreziser\u0103, iar imaginea era imposibil de deslu\u0219it.<\/p>\n \u0218i totu\u0219i, eram acolo.<\/p>\n Mirosul de parfumuri, dantele \u0219i sacouri umplea sala. Candelabrele iluminau feeric v\u00e2rfurile curbelor aurite de pe pere\u021bi. Pe scen\u0103, \u00eenfipt\u0103 \u00een rolul tragic, surzea sticl\u0103ria eroina principal\u0103.<\/p>\n Din tavanul negru, inexplicabil c\u0103deau \u00eencet mii de fulgi reci, m\u0103run\u021bi \u0219i albi. Rotindu-se lin, ei reflectau str\u0103lucirea candelabrului \u0219i se a\u0219ezau u\u0219or pe scaunele nenum\u0103rate, pe decor, pe scen\u0103, pe spectatori \u0219i muzic\u0103.<\/p>\n Nimeni nu-i b\u0103ga \u00een seam\u0103.<\/p>\n Eu aveam ochii larg deschi\u0219i.<\/p>\n Eram un fluture \u00een doliu.\u00a0 O insect\u0103 invizibil\u0103 pentru spectatori.<\/p>\n \u00centinz\u00e2ndu-mi aripile, m\u0103 d\u0103dusem \u00eencet \u00een voia aerului. Planam printre fulgi, ferindu-m\u0103 de ei, \u0219i singurul g\u00e2nd care m\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103-mi continui zborul era frica de a c\u0103dea \u00een abis.<\/p>\n \u00cen marea de negru de dedesubt rochiile colorate creau valuri de splendoare \u0219i gra\u021bie. M\u0103 apropiasem de ele, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd un loc de aterizare.<\/p>\n Atunci le-am v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n P\u0103rul negru, str\u00e2ns \u00een lan\u021buri ondulate, prinsese ca \u00eentr-o capcan\u0103 miriade de flori mici \u0219i azurii. Inflorescen\u021ba sclipea \u00een lumina scenic\u0103, iar fulgii umpluser\u0103 p\u0103rul de cristale de ghea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n O chema Maya.<\/p>\n M\u0103 a\u0219ezasem pe una din nenum\u0103ratele flori \u0219i admiram v\u0103zduhul domnit de acea \u00een\u0103l\u021bime.<\/p>\n Maya privea scena. Ochii, ca \u0219i Oglinzile, reflectau realitatea, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o lase s\u0103 ating\u0103 tainele interiorului s\u0103u. Genele negre \u0219i lungi str\u00e2ngeau pe obrajii palizi umbre grele. Degetele albe str\u00e2ngeau \u00een pumni rochia albastr\u0103 de catifea. \u00cencordarea \u00eei f\u0103cea umerii s\u0103 par\u0103 mai ascu\u021bi\u021bi, iar fa\u021ba \u2013 mai lung\u0103.<\/p>\n Sala se \u00eentunec\u0103. Eroina principal\u0103, otr\u0103vit\u0103, era \u00eentins\u0103 pe patul mor\u021bii. Din culise ap\u0103ru eroul.<\/p>\n Eroul.<\/p>\n Pentru un moment, fa\u021ba fetei se ilumin\u0103 de fericire, dar imediat triste\u021bea \u00eei luase locul.<\/p>\n \u00cel chema Nosh.<\/p>\n Brunet, palid, ochi gri.<\/p>\n De-ai \u0219ti c\u00e2t de mult sem\u0103nau!<\/p>\n Eroul se duse spre eroin\u0103 s\u0103 o s\u0103rute.<\/p>\n Maya clipi de c\u00e2teva ori \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i cobor\u00ee privirea \u00een poal\u0103. Roti inelul de aur scump \u0219i se \u00eencrunt\u0103. Un fulg singuratic \u00eei ateriz\u0103 pe nas.<\/p>\n Nu se topi.<\/p>\n Opera \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenchise cortina.<\/p>\n Lumina \u00ee\u0219i arunc\u0103 bra\u021bele spre umbre.<\/p>\n Maya se ridic\u0103 de la locul ei \u0219i se gr\u0103bi spre ie\u0219ire. Petalele florilor tremurau u\u0219or \u00een valurile frigului, faldurile rochiei str\u0103luceau tot mai intens in bra\u021bele luminii.<\/p>\n Repede.<\/p>\n Mai repede!<\/p>\n Dincolo de u\u0219a de lemn se \u00eentindeau sc\u0103ri slab luminate, cu oamenii pu\u021bini \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tia\u021bi \u00een col\u021buri \u00eentunecoase, to\u021bi purt\u00e2nd negrul doliului. Maya nu-i b\u0103g\u0103 \u00een seam\u0103. Nu avea timp.<\/p>\n Sc\u0103rile \u00eencovoiate le cobor\u00ee cu poalele rochiei f\u0103cute valuri de v\u00e2ntul ner\u0103bd\u0103rii. Observam f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau cum agrafele se eliberau \u00eencet, l\u0103s\u00e2nd prad\u0103 aerului florile azurii din p\u0103r.<\/p>\n De ce se gr\u0103bea?<\/p>\n De ce pl\u00e2ngea?<\/p>\n Cum puteam s\u0103 o ajut?<\/p>\n Coridoare, u\u0219i, coridoare din nou.<\/p>\n Camer\u0103 plin\u0103 de oameni \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een costume vii.<\/p>\n Hol \u00eengust, ticsit cu decora\u021biuni vechi.<\/p>\n U\u0219\u0103 simpl\u0103 cu vopseaua cojit\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00cencuiat\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2013 Nosh!<\/p>\n Lovituri necontenite.<\/p>\n \u2013 NOSH!<\/p>\n Maya \u00ee\u0219i lipi fruntea de u\u0219a nins\u0103 de timp. \u00cen spate, actorii devenir\u0103 public. Lacrimile se scurgeau \u00eencet peste vopseaua cojit\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2013 Deschide-mi, te rog!<\/p>\n \u00cen \u0219oapt\u0103, din tot sufletul.<\/p>\n Lemnul sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2i greoi \u2013 u\u0219a se \u00eentredeschise. T\u00e2n\u0103rul actor o lu\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i o trase \u00een\u0103untru, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103 dau din aripi \u00een fa\u021ba intr\u0103rii.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridicasem mai sus \u2013 deasupra u\u0219ii at\u00e2rna o bucat\u0103 de metal dintr-o cale de ventilare veche.<\/p>\n Fluturele \u00een doliu disp\u0103ru \u00een sp\u0103rtura ur\u00e2t\u0103 din perete.<\/p>\n Cel mai mult regretam c\u0103 nu am v\u0103zut tot ce puteam s\u0103 v\u0103d.<\/p>\n Trecutul \u00eenflori \u00een trandafiri alba\u0219tri pe tot cuprinsul ventila\u021biei pr\u0103fuite. Aripile negre atingeau petalele fine, topindu-le \u00een foi arse de scrisori stropite de lacrimi.<\/p>\n \u00cemi doream s\u0103 pot schimba ceva.<\/p>\n M\u0103 priveai, \u0219tiam, \u0219tiam sigur. Voiam s\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u0219ti. Trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 prive\u0219ti!<\/p>\n M\u0103 aruncasem \u00een mijlocul cenu\u0219ii. Tunelul se topi brusc \u00eentr-o paji\u0219te umplut\u0103 de flori albastre.<\/p>\n Copii.<\/p>\n Jocuri.<\/p>\n R\u00e2sete.<\/p>\n Petalele luate de v\u00e2nt se rotir\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rtej, contur\u00e2nd o sal\u0103 plin\u0103 cu invita\u021bi.<\/p>\n Tineri.<\/p>\n Dansuri.<\/p>\n Bal.<\/p>\n Primul s\u0103rut \u00een spatele u\u0219ii \u00eenchise, \u00een leag\u0103nul \u00eentunericului. Atingeri dulci, gravate \u00een inim\u0103, ne\u00eendem\u00e2natice, noi.<\/p>\n V\u00e2rtej de flori albastre.<\/p>\n T\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103.<\/p>\n \u021aipete.<\/p>\n Patru pere\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u00ce\u0219i dorea s\u0103 dispar\u0103, s\u0103 nu mai existe, s\u0103 se disipe \u00een aer ca fulgii din ianuarie. Umbrele du\u0219manilor \u00eei distrugeau \u00eencet orice sclipire a speran\u021bei.<\/p>\n Se retr\u0103gea \u00eencet spre u\u0219a \u00een spatele c\u0103reia str\u0103lucea Lumina de Final \u0219i aproape o \u00eenchise \u00een spatele s\u0103u c\u00e2nd fusese oprit\u0103 \u0219i luat\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be.<\/p>\n Str\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n De Nosh.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ngeam.<\/p>\n Petale albastre \u00een dans necontenit.<\/p>\n B\u0103tr\u00e2n.<\/p>\n Inel.<\/p>\n Mul\u021bime infinit\u0103 de felicit\u0103ri.<\/p>\n Tr\u0103dare.<\/p>\n Brusc imaginea se umplu de fl\u0103c\u0103ri. Ardeam cum nu am ars niciodat\u0103. Cenu\u0219a l\u0103s\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 un gol imens, inepuizabil, de neumplut.<\/p>\n M\u0103 uitam t\u00e2mp la peretele ventila\u021biei \u0219i \u00eencercam s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg ce sim\u021bea ea.<\/p>\n Maya.<\/p>\n \u00cemi doream s\u0103 pot s\u0103 \u00eei vorbesc.<\/p>\n Zburam spre ie\u0219ire.<\/p>\n C\u00e2t de mult \u0219i-ar fi dorit s\u0103 scape din acea vijelie interminabil\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 vreo speran\u021b\u0103 de salvare?<\/p>\n M\u0103 reg\u0103seam \u00een acea privire lipsit\u0103 de focul vie\u021bii. Era o singur\u0103 diferen\u021b\u0103: eu \u00eemi doream s\u0103 m\u0103 schimb \u0219i aveam un motiv. Ea \u2013 nu.<\/p>\n Aripile negre atingeau u\u0219or metalul acoperit de praf. \u00cen fa\u021b\u0103, lumina g\u0103lbuie a unei lum\u00e2n\u0103ri m\u0103 aduse la ie\u0219ire. Printre z\u0103brelele ventila\u021biei se scurgea \u00eencet disperarea diluat\u0103 \u00een lacrimile ochilor alba\u0219tri.<\/p>\n \u00cen spatele geamului negru se leg\u0103nau u\u0219or fantomele iernii f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n Timpul \u00eenghe\u021base.<\/p>\n \u201eHai s\u0103 fugim\u201d<\/p>\n \u0218i fugeau.<\/p>\n M\u0103 luasem dup\u0103 ei.<\/p>\n Fluturele doliului urm\u0103rea \u00eendeaproape chinurile oamenilor de a g\u0103si fericirea.<\/p>\n Sc\u0103ri, holuri, lumini slabe, mai puternice, u\u0219i \u00eencuiate \u0219i deschise larg.<\/p>\n Opera nu se mai termina.<\/p>\n Z\u00e2mbeau, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it. Visau o lume ideal\u0103, cu geamuri deschise, cu cear\u0219afuri calde, cu soarele str\u0103lucind din oglinzi. Rochia nu mai prindea fulgii din aer ce \u00eencepeau s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103. Miriada de flori din p\u0103r \u00ee\u0219i arunca petalele pe podeaua lustruit\u0103. P\u0103rul se desf\u0103cu \u00een cascad\u0103 pe umeri, ochii str\u0103luceau.<\/p>\n S-au oprit brusc.<\/p>\n Nu mai z\u00e2mbeau.<\/p>\n B\u0103tr\u00e2nul cu arma poleit\u0103 cu aur a\u021bintit\u0103 spre Nosh vorbea r\u0103sun\u0103tor, amenin\u021b\u0103tor \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 sens.<\/p>\n O desc\u0103rc\u0103.<\/p>\n Nosh se sparse ca o statuie de cristal.<\/p>\n Maya \u00ee\u0219i ferec\u0103 sufletul pentru totdeauna, ascunz\u00e2nd cheia \u00een inima celui ce i-a fost luat.<\/p>\n Opera se umplu de \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n M\u0103 a\u0219ezasem u\u0219or pe degetul ei ar\u0103t\u0103tor \u00een timp ce era condus\u0103 afar\u0103 din cl\u0103dire.<\/p>\n M\u0103 privea cu ultima f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de putere ce o \u021binea \u00een via\u021b\u0103. \u00cei aminteam f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau de ce ar fi putut avea.<\/p>\n Noaptea rece de afar\u0103 se instaur\u0103 pentru restul ve\u0219niciei dincolo de ochii alba\u0219tri. Rochia se umplu de z\u0103pad\u0103 din nou, \u00eens\u0103 p\u0103rul nu-\u0219i mai putea culege \u00eenapoi florile pierdute.<\/p>\n Maya m\u0103 mai avea doar pe mine.<\/p>\n B\u0103tr\u00e2nul o urcase \u00een tr\u0103sur\u0103, \u00eenchise str\u00e2ns u\u0219a. Ne l\u0103sase singuri.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lzea \u00eentre palme \u0219i pl\u00e2ngea.<\/p>\n \u00cemi doream s\u0103 pot s\u0103-i vorbesc.<\/p>\n Tr\u0103sura nu se mi\u0219ca, nu se schimba nimic. \u00cemi doream s\u0103 o ajut, dar a Treia Oglind\u0103 nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa s-o fac. Nici tu nu puteai s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti. \u00cencepeam s\u0103 m\u0103 pierd.<\/p>\n M\u0103 pierdeam.<\/p>\n Cine crezi c\u0103 sunt? Cine a\u0219 putea fi? Cine \u021bi-ai dori s\u0103 devin?<\/p>\n Timpul se \u00eempleti \u00een jurul meu \u00eentr-o cu\u0219c\u0103 de fier. Orice vis devenea realitate \u00een acele palme calde.<\/p>\n O priveam \u0219i \u00eencercam s\u0103 g\u0103sesc un sens.<\/p>\n Maya reprezenta Femeia. Iar prima Femeie din via\u021ba oric\u0103rui om este l\u0103sat\u0103 mereu \u00een trecut.<\/p>\n Tremuram.<\/p>\n \u00cemi era team\u0103 s\u0103 modific acel echilibru \u0219ubred mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-mi aripile.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 plec.<\/p>\n S\u0103 o las.<\/p>\n P\u0103rea c\u0103 trecuse o eternitate p\u00e2n\u0103 am reu\u0219it s\u0103 m\u0103 desprind de degetele reci. M\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u021basem \u00een aer, alung\u00e2nd cu fiecare b\u0103taie de aripi fulgii r\u0103t\u0103ci\u021bi ce se \u00eendreptau spre Maya.<\/p>\n \u00cencetase s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n Tr\u0103sura porni cu un zguduit puternic.<\/p>\n Maya scoase capul pe geam, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 salveze acea imagine a operei umplute de lumin\u0103 \u0219i de \u00eentuneric \u00een acela\u0219i timp.<\/p>\n A\u0219 fi r\u0103mas cu ea pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi fost \u00eentr-adev\u0103r un fluture, a\u0219 fi r\u0103mas cu ea.<\/p>\n \u00cens\u0103 camera m\u0103 a\u0219tepta.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n Aripile negre m\u0103 ridicar\u0103 u\u0219or \u00een aer. Copiii las\u0103 mereu familia \u00een trecut. N-ar fi trebuit s\u0103 \u00eencerc s\u0103 schimb ceva \u00een acel col\u021b \u00eentunecat al sufletului meu.<\/p>\n Aterizasem pe m\u00e2na Mayei, \u00eenghe\u021basem corpul greu l\u00e2ng\u0103 al ei \u0219i p\u0103r\u0103sisem visul.<\/p>\n \n SF\u00c2R\u0218ITUL P\u0102R\u021aII III<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \n Te iubesc.<\/p>\n Da, tu.<\/p>\n \u0218tiu c\u0103 cite\u0219ti.<\/p>\n \u0218tiu c\u0103 m\u0103 sim\u021bi.<\/p>\n Doar pe tine pot s\u0103 te v\u0103d cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n \u0218tii… M\u0103 pierd. Nu mai pot s\u0103 m\u0103 recunosc. Am crezut c\u0103 o s\u0103 g\u0103sesc aici fericirea \u0219i mi-a\u0219 fi dorit s\u0103 o ating, m\u0103car o dat\u0103, dar… Oglinzile \u00eemi arat\u0103 doar trecutul pe care nu \u00eel suport.<\/p>\n Trecutul m-a adus \u00een starea \u00een care m\u0103 aflu.<\/p>\n M\u0103 trezisem ca \u00eentotdeauna.<\/p>\n \u00cen pat, \u00een camera cu oglinzi, \u00een lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n Dincolo de u\u0219ile balconului noaptea umplea camera de umbre. Perdeaua p\u0103rea o grani\u021b\u0103 \u00eentre cele dou\u0103: interior \u0219i exterior. \u00centunericul \u00eenecase con\u021binutul cutiei \u00een care m\u0103 aflam – nu mai deslu\u0219eam nimic.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridicasem.<\/p>\n U\u0219ile dulapului sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ir\u0103 amenin\u021b\u0103tor. Un fir \u00eengust de lumin\u0103 n\u0103scut din ad\u00e2ncurile dulapului se reflectase de oglinzile mari \u0219i se opri pe geamul \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n Urma a Patra Oglind\u0103.<\/p>\n Din geam, \u00eencet, ai ap\u0103rut tu, privindu-m\u0103 at\u00e2t de cald c\u0103 \u00eencepusem s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n Voiam \u0219i vreau s\u0103 pot s\u0103 te ating.<\/p>\n Ceasul de pe noptier\u0103 ar\u0103ta ora zece \u0219i zece minute. Nu se mi\u0219ca.<\/p>\n A\u0219 fi vrut s\u0103 pot s\u0103 sparg sticla dup\u0103 care te ascundeai.<\/p>\n Dar cine sunt eu?<\/p>\n P\u0103r negru, ochi gri, piele alb\u0103.<\/p>\n Sunt doar eu.<\/p>\n Nici nu \u0219tiu cine e\u0219ti. Sau de unde vii. Continui s\u0103 apari de nicaieri, s\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lze\u0219ti acei patru pere\u021bi \u0219i s\u0103 dispari \u00eenainte s\u0103 apuc s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi zic c\u00e2t de mult a\u0219tept s\u0103 apari din nou.<\/p>\n Dar cine sunt eu s\u0103-\u021bi cer s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti acel univers incomparabil? Ce pot s\u0103-\u021bi ofer \u00een schimb? Acel corp slab incapabil de supravie\u021buire, legat de marginile de fier ale unui pat? Acel suflet umplut de amintiri hidoase, de por\u021bi mereu \u00eenchise \u0219i m\u0103ri de lacrimi nev\u0103rsate? Acea sc\u00e2rb\u0103 fa\u021b\u0103 de propria fric\u0103 de a lupta cu realitatea?<\/p>\n \u0218i tu chiar crezi c\u0103 eu vreau s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc!<\/p>\n Las\u0103-m\u0103!<\/p>\n LAS\u0102-M\u0102!<\/p>\n \n Mam\u0103!<\/p>\n \n Tat\u0103!<\/p>\n \n Sora!<\/p>\n \n Vreau at\u00e2t de mult s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc!…<\/p>\n \n ……………..<\/p>\n \n A Patra Oglind\u0103 nu era ultima.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 refuz acele bra\u021be calzi cu care \u00eemi atingeai fa\u021ba. Trebuia s\u0103 refuz lumina cald\u0103 din care \u00ee\u021bi era \u021besut corpul. Trebuia s\u0103 \u00eencep s\u0103 lupt.<\/p>\n Tu e\u0219ti singura persoan\u0103 din toata lumea mea imposibil de mic\u0103 ce nu m\u0103 prive\u0219te cu mil\u0103.<\/p>\n Voiam s\u0103 devin\u2026 altfel.<\/p>\n S\u0103 dezl\u0103n\u021bui.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorsesem spre oglinda din dulap. Emitea lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n Atinsesem suprafa\u021ba lichid\u0103.<\/p>\n Era cald\u0103.<\/p>\n \u00cemi z\u00e2mbisei.<\/p>\n Era bine.<\/p>\n Totul.<\/p>\n \n ***<\/p>\n PARTEA IV. CONTROL<\/p>\n \n Lupta \u00eencepuse. Trebuia doar s\u0103 g\u0103sesc inamicul.<\/p>\n Apa oglinzii \u00eemi \u00eenv\u0103lui corpul transparent, ca mai apoi s\u0103 se fereasc\u0103, form\u00e2nd o sfer\u0103 din care nu puteam evada.<\/p>\n Nici nu voiam.<\/p>\n Lichidul devenea din ce \u00een ce mai rece, mai albastru, mai furios. P\u0103\u0219eam cu \u00eencredere, \u0219terg\u00e2nd malurile triste\u021bii, sim\u021bind pe piele adierile v\u00e2ntului schimb\u0103tor ce \u00ee\u0219i umfla aripile asemenea unei p\u0103s\u0103ri fantastice.<\/p>\n Corpul devenea tot mai solid, consum\u00e2nd lumina \u00een loc s\u0103 o lase s\u0103 treac\u0103.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 c\u00e2\u0219tig.<\/p>\n Apa se d\u0103du \u00een l\u0103turi.<\/p>\n Eram \u00een lan\u021buri pe un scaun de lemn.<\/p>\n \u00cen fa\u021b\u0103, o mas\u0103 \u0219ubred\u0103 cu o h\u00e2rtie ocolit\u0103 de timp. \u00cen jur, mii \u0219i mii de mese, aranjate \u00een r\u00e2nduri \u0219i coloane fixe, cu scaune prinse de podea cu lan\u021buri imense, ruginite \u0219i imposibil de mi\u0219cat.<\/p>\n Toate locurile erau ocupate.<\/p>\n Fe\u021be distorsionate de chin, ochi c\u0103zu\u021bi din orbite, nasuri sparte, obraji rup\u021bi, buze cusute str\u00e2ns, haine jerpelite, corpuri scheletice acoperite doar de piele.<\/p>\n Mon\u0219tri.<\/p>\n To\u021bi cu foi albe \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, absen\u021bi, mor\u021bi, cu m\u00e2ini scriind continuu, iar \u0219i iar, pe aceea\u0219i bucat\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie.<\/p>\n Ex nihilo nihil.<\/em><\/p>\n Privisem h\u00e2rtia din fa\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n Sus, m\u0103runt, era o singur\u0103 \u00eentrebare.<\/p>\n Cu cine lup\u021bi?<\/em><\/p>\n Nu \u0219tiam.<\/p>\n Un monstru din dreapta mea se opri din scris. De sus, de nic\u0103ieri, o m\u00e2n\u0103 cobor\u00ee \u00een furie \u0219i stoarse intre degetele lungi \u0219i subtiri capul golit de idei, dup\u0103 care se retrase \u00een neant.<\/p>\n Trebuia s\u0103 scriu.<\/p>\n Nu \u0219tiam cu ce s\u0103 \u00eencep.<\/p>\n Foaie goal\u0103.<\/p>\n Un cuv\u00e2nt. Aveam nevoie de un singur cuv\u00e2nt!<\/p>\n “Ast\u0103zi am hotar\u00e2t s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai trezesc.”<\/p>\n De ce?<\/p>\n Pentru c\u0103 m\u0103 dobor\u00e2se oboseala. Pentru c\u0103 nu mai \u0219tiam pentru ce s\u0103 lupt. Pentru c\u0103 \u00eemi doream s\u0103 regresez \u00eentr-un punct calm, \u00eendep\u0103rtat \u0219i infinit. Pentru c\u0103 \u00cent\u00e2mplarea era greu de distrus.<\/p>\n Deci?<\/p>\n M\u0103 luptam cu \u00cent\u00e2mplarea?<\/p>\n M\u0103 luptam cu Soarta?<\/p>\n Probabil, da. R\u0103spunsul, \u00eens\u0103, nu era cert. Aveam impresia c\u0103 \u00eemi \u00eenv\u0103\u021basem lec\u021bia, dar, contrar oric\u0103rui ra\u021bionament, uitasem absolut tot.<\/p>\n Totul.<\/p>\n \u00cemi tremurau m\u00e2inile. Scriam \u00een continuare acele r\u00e2nduri de\u0219irate de sens, cu groaza urm\u0103rindu-mi v\u00e2rful creionului. \u00cen jur, capetele goale erau stoarse de degetele lungi, crude cu lipsa de curaj.<\/p>\n Scriam continuu.<\/p>\n Tot ce mi s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat.<\/p>\n P\u00e2n\u0103 acum.<\/p>\n Ridic creionul \u0219i \u00eel bag \u00een lac\u0103tul ruginit de sub scaun, care trosne\u0219te asurzitor. Cade, se love\u0219te de podea \u0219i se sparge \u00een mii de cioburi. Lan\u021burile se l\u0103rgesc.<\/p>\n Din tavanul turnat \u00een cea\u021b\u0103 coboar\u0103 amenin\u021b\u0103tor m\u00e2na desfigurat\u0103. M\u0103 ascund l\u00e2ng\u0103 masa din spate. Palma se opre\u0219te, adulmec\u0103 mi\u0219carea. \u00centr-un val de curaj, smulg creionul din m\u00e2na scheletic\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel arunc c\u00e2t mai departe posibil. M\u00e2na ignor\u0103 creionul, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00eentre degete ca un fruct capul monstrului.<\/p>\n M\u0103 dau \u00een spate.<\/p>\n M\u00e2na se \u00eendreapt\u0103 spre locul meu, caut\u0103, adulmec\u0103.<\/p>\n Ridic corpul monstrului de subsuori \u0219i \u00eel a\u0219ez \u00een locul meu.<\/p>\n M\u00e2na se arunc\u0103, str\u00e2nge \u00eentre degete g\u00e2tul \u0219i \u00eel fr\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n Dispare \u00een neant.<\/p>\n M\u0103 uit \u00een jur.<\/p>\n Ie\u0219irea – nic\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n Foarte bine, pentru c\u0103 nu de asta am nevoie.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridic \u00een picioare \u0219i privesc \u00een jur.<\/p>\n Mesele se \u00eentind la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it, form\u00e2nd \u00een departare o cea\u021b\u0103 ce capseaz\u0103 tavanul m\u00e2inilor de terestrul mon\u0219trilor. Clasa ce creaz\u0103 \u0219i cea care distruge. Merg cu grab\u0103 printre mese, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd ceva diferit.<\/p>\n \u0102sta este r\u0103spunsul mereu: cau\u021bi ceva ce nu corespunde sistemului. O gaur\u0103 \u00eentr-un perete ideal. Un fir de p\u0103r alb \u00eentr-o claie brunet\u0103. O raz\u0103 de soare \u00eentr-o noapte cu nori.<\/p>\n O sfoar\u0103 ce duce, aparent, nic\u0103ieri.<\/p>\n O urm\u0103resc.<\/p>\n Fug.<\/p>\n \u00cen cap \u00eemi r\u0103sun\u0103 numai ecourile respira\u021biei mele sacadate.<\/p>\n Sfoara \u0219erpuie\u0219te printre mese, se \u00eemplete\u0219te de scaune, se prinde \u00een m\u00e2inile tuturor mon\u0219trilor. Nu se atinge \u00een nici un fel de m\u00e2inile hidoase, nu are nimic de a face cu lumea lor.<\/p>\n \u00cemi dau seama destul de repede c\u0103 sfoara se mi\u0219c\u0103 singur\u0103, se aga\u021b\u0103 de to\u021bi cei care merit\u0103 ag\u0103\u021ba\u021bi \u0219i pulseaz\u0103 mai puternic dac\u0103 cel ag\u0103\u021bat era con\u0219tient de str\u00e2nsoarea sforii.<\/p>\n Cu c\u00e2t merg mai mult, cu at\u00e2t mon\u0219trii hido\u0219i ce scriu prin\u0219i \u00een b\u0103nci \u0219i conecta\u021bi cu sfori devin mai tineri, mai \u00eentregi, mai umani.<\/p>\n Mai expresivi.<\/p>\n Unii pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n Sforile prind nuan\u021be. Cu c\u00e2t \u00eenaintez mai mult cu at\u00e2t podeaua dispare sub miile de culori.<\/p>\n M\u0103 opresc.<\/p>\n Cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n O mas\u0103 mic\u0103, de juc\u0103rie. Un scaun la fel de mic. O feti\u021b\u0103 blond\u0103, de vreo cinci ani, plin\u0103 de dantele deseneaz\u0103 pe o h\u00e2rtie cu fiecare sfoar\u0103, pan\u0103 aceasta \u00ee\u0219i seac\u0103 ultima pic\u0103tur\u0103 de nuan\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n Ridic\u0103 privirea spre mine.<\/p>\n Ochi alba\u0219tri.<\/p>\n Se uit\u0103 fix.<\/p>\n \u00cemi z\u00e2mbe\u0219te.<\/p>\n Coala se desface, cade de pe masa feti\u021bei \u0219i se rostogole\u0219te la infinit. Semne \u0219i forme neinteligibile \u00eei umple suprafa\u021ba. Pe alocuri, pete albe de nimic, parc\u0103 \u00eenconjurate cu grij\u0103.<\/p>\n Soarta \u0219i creioanele ei colorate.<\/p>\n M\u0103 apropii.<\/p>\n Providen\u021ba se opre\u0219te din colorat.<\/p>\n Se d\u0103 mai \u00een spate.<\/p>\n Privire amenin\u021b\u0103toare.<\/p>\n “NU TE APROPIA.”<\/p>\n Vocea r\u0103sare din toate p\u0103r\u021bile s\u0103lii f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u0219it.<\/p>\n M\u0103 opresc.<\/p>\n \u2013 De ce?<\/p>\n “O S\u0102 REGRE\u021aI.”<\/p>\n Ba nu o s\u0103 regret nimic. Nu a fost vina mea, nu am de ce s\u0103 caut iertare.<\/p>\n \u0218i nici nu vreau.<\/p>\n Vreau doar s\u0103 scap de aici.<\/p>\n \u0218i dac\u0103 asta \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 lupt, s\u0103 lupt cu for\u021ba care mi-a dustrus via\u021ba, atunci a\u0219a s\u0103 fie.<\/p>\n \u2013 Vreau s\u0103 ies de aici.<\/p>\n Feti\u021ba \u00eencepe s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103. R\u00e2sul ei greu face nenum\u0103ratele mese s\u0103 tremure. Ecoul piere \u00een infinit.<\/p>\n “VREI?”<\/p>\n \n “NU!”<\/p>\n \n “TU NU \u0218TII S\u0102 VREI!”<\/p>\n Ba \u0219tiu! Am sc\u0103pat de at\u00e2tea pericole dorindu-mi doar!<\/p>\n “\u0218I TU E\u0218TI SFOARA MEA DE CULOARE, NU VEZI?”<\/p>\n Ce?!<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorc.<\/p>\n C\u00e2teva r\u00e2nduri mai \u00een spate, la dreapta…eu.<\/p>\n Ochi \u00eenchi\u0219i, corp prins \u00een capcana bandajelor, scriu \u0219i pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n Sfoara ce m\u0103 consum\u0103 – un gri \u00eenchis.<\/p>\n Furie.<\/p>\n S\u00e2ngele mi se urc\u0103 prin vene \u00een cap \u00een v\u00e2rtejuri de ur\u0103.<\/p>\n Vreau s\u0103 o omor.<\/p>\n Pentru tot ce a f\u0103cut cu mine.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorc spre ea.<\/p>\n R\u00e2de. M\u0103 prive\u0219te cu dispre\u021b \u0219i r\u00e2de.<\/p>\n \u2013 O s\u0103 regre\u021bi!<\/p>\n Pa\u0219i, pa\u0219i, pa\u0219i..!<\/p>\n Sunt gata s\u0103 o prind de p\u0103rul blond, c\u00e2nd figura ei se desface, se \u00eencurc\u0103 \u0219i se transform\u0103 \u00eentr-un ghem imens de sfori de toate culorile, din care ies perechi de m\u00e2ini hidoase, asem\u0103n\u0103toare celor care distrugeau capetele sufletelor secate. Una dintre sfori m\u0103 love\u0219te puternic \u0219i m\u0103 trezesc pe jos, d\u0103r\u00e2m\u00e2nd masa \u0219i scaunul la care a stat feti\u021ba.<\/p>\n “NU \u00ceNCERCA S\u0102 M\u0102 DISTRUGI, ALTFEL O S\u0102 OMORI MII DE OAMENI NEVINOVA\u021aI.”<\/p>\n \u2013 \u0218i tu chiar consideri c\u0103 o s\u0103 te cred?!<\/p>\n “O S\u0102 STRICI ECHILIBRUL!”<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu-mi pas\u0103!! Nu vezi c\u00e2t \u00eei chinui?!<\/p>\n “E \u00ceN NATURA OMULUI S\u0102 CAUTE LIBERTATEA ABSOLUT\u0102.”<\/p>\n \u2013 Fiecare are dreptul s\u0103-\u0219i aleag\u0103 soarta!<\/p>\n “CUM AI F\u0102CUT TU? CUM AI RENUN\u021aAT LA REALITATE DOAR DIN CAUZA UNEI BOLI?”<\/p>\n Sforile se rotesc continuu, mai repede, mai repede, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een centrul lor \u00eencep s\u0103 apar\u0103 imagini \u0219i fragmente din via\u021ba cuiva. Via\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n Cum de dragul meu s-a sacrificat Sora. Cum de dragul meu s-au desp\u0103r\u021bit p\u0103rin\u021bii.<\/p>\n \u0218tiu c\u0103 am gre\u0219it. Nu e nevoie s\u0103 trec iar prin tot. Important e c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 pot s\u0103 schimb ceva.<\/p>\n Totul o s\u0103 fie bine. Trebuie doar s\u0103 lupt.<\/p>\n \u2013 \u00cemi vreau via\u021ba \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n “NU. \u00ce\u021aI DORE\u0218TI S\u0102 ATINGI LIBERTATEA. IAR UN OM LIBER ESTE UN OM MORT.”<\/p>\n Din tavan, din toate p\u0103r\u021bile, apar palme ce coboar\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 distrug\u0103.<\/p>\n Nu de data asta!<\/p>\n Vreau s\u0103 traiesc!<\/p>\n \u00cen m\u00e2ini \u00eemi apare un arc.<\/p>\n \u2013 E visul meu! Eu fac regulile!<\/p>\n Sclipiri m\u0103runte se adun\u0103 \u00eentre degetele mele, form\u00e2nd o s\u0103geat\u0103 de lumin\u0103. O \u00eendrept spre Soart\u0103 \u0219i, ezit\u00e2nd doar un moment, \u00eei dau drumul. S\u0103geata trece printre sforile colorate, se \u00eenfinge \u00een centrul ghemului \u0219i, fisur\u00e2ndu-se, cade praf la p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n “DE CE CREZI C\u0102 MERI\u021aI MAI MULT DEC\u00c2T CEILAL\u021aI?”<\/p>\n Dar…<\/p>\n Nu am spus niciodat\u0103 asta. Nu am nimic special. Am gre\u0219it, da, dar toat\u0103 lumea gre\u0219e\u0219te \u0219i a\u0219a e normal, s\u0103 lup\u021bi pentru ce vrei!<\/p>\n Nu?<\/p>\n Stai un pic.<\/p>\n Cine sunt?..<\/p>\n “E\u0218TI DOAR PERSONAJUL PRINCIPAL AL UNEI C\u0102R\u021aI. SUFERI CA S\u0102 DISTREZI UN PUBLIC.”<\/p>\n \u2013 De ce ar trebui s\u0103 te cred?!<\/p>\n “PENTRU C\u0102 DOAR A\u0218A TOTUL CAP\u0102T\u0102 UN SENS. TO\u021aI CEI DE AICI EXIST\u0102 DOAR \u00ceNTRE PAGINILE INFINITE ALE TUTUROR C\u0102R\u021aILOR SCRISE VREODAT\u0102. F\u0102R\u0102 CREATOR TU E\u0218TI NIMIC.”<\/p>\n Dar…<\/p>\n M\u0103 ating.<\/p>\n Exist!<\/p>\n Totul este doar un vis!<\/p>\n Vreau doar s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc!<\/p>\n S\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc?..<\/p>\n Unde?<\/p>\n Cum a fost \u00eenainte s\u0103 ajung aici?…<\/p>\n \u00cemi prind capul cu m\u00e2inile.<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu e adev\u0103rat… MIN\u021aI!!<\/p>\n “NU TREBUIA S\u0102 AJUNGI AICI NICIODAT\u0102. DAC\u0102 M\u0102 OMORI \u2013 \u00ceI DISTRUGI PE CEILAL\u021aI. TE DISTRUGI PE TINE. \u00ceNTOARCE-TE DE UNDE AI VENIT.”<\/p>\n \u2013 Spune-mi unde s\u0103 g\u0103sesc Creatorul.<\/p>\n “REALITATEA NU POATE FI P\u0102TRUNS\u0102 DIN PARTEA ASTA A UNIVERSULUI.”<\/p>\n \u2013 Cum m\u0103 pot scoate din situa\u021bia asta atunci?! Ai tu vreo idee?! Pentru c\u0103 eu am epuizat totul!<\/p>\n “\u00ceNTOARCE-TE \u00ceN CAMERA CU OGLINZI. CONTINU\u0102 POVESTEA.”<\/p>\n \u2013 Nu o s\u0103 fac asta niciodat\u0103! Am crezut c\u0103 tu de\u021bii fr\u00e2iele vie\u021bii mele \u0219i c\u0103 pe tine trebuie s\u0103 te distrug! Acum aflu c\u0103 un oarecare Creator m\u0103 chinuie ca s\u0103 se distreze \u0219i tot ce pot s\u0103 fac e s\u0103 ma supun?!… Spune-mi cum s\u0103 ajung la el!<\/p>\n Lini\u0219tea se \u00eentinde peste toate capetele stoarse de culoare.<\/p>\n Soarta nu binevoie\u0219te s\u0103-mi r\u0103spund\u0103.<\/p>\n Punct mort.<\/p>\n …<\/p>\n Tu.<\/p>\n Tu e\u0219ti cheia.<\/p>\n Tu e\u0219ti pe partea cealalt\u0103.<\/p>\n M\u0103 love\u0219te, dintr-odat\u0103, g\u00e2ndul.<\/p>\n Eu suf\u0103r ca s\u0103 distrez un public. Deci, publicul e\u0219ti tu.<\/p>\n Nu \u0219tiu cum a fost f\u0103cut\u0103 aceast\u0103 leg\u0103tur\u0103. Nu \u0219tiu de ce continui s\u0103 vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 cuno\u0219ti. Aparent, te distrezi enorm urm\u0103rindu-mi suferin\u021ba.<\/p>\n Am doar o \u00eentrebare pentru tine. Mai departe po\u021bi s\u0103 faci ce vrei.<\/p>\n \u0218tii cine e Creatorul?<\/p>\n Bine\u00een\u021beles c\u0103 \u0219tii, de ce mai \u00eentreb! \u0218i nici nu o s\u0103 m\u0103 la\u0219i s\u0103 \u00eel g\u0103sesc at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t e sursa ta de divertisment!<\/p>\n Crezi c\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi vorbesc rece? Poate vrei s\u0103-mi spui c\u0103 te \u0219i superi!…<\/p>\n M\u0103 faci s\u0103 r\u00e2d.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00cen c\u0103utarea mea spre libertate am aflat c\u0103 nu mi-o doream niciodat\u0103. Vreau s\u0103 pot s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc \u00een perioada c\u00e2nd atinsesem, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dau seama, fericirea.<\/p>\n Am vrut s\u0103 lupt. Chiar am vrut. Dar nu cu el.<\/p>\n Nu cu tine.<\/p>\n M\u0103 \u00eentorc spre Soart\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2013 \u00ce\u021bi pot garanta c\u0103 nu stric echilibrul dac\u0103 faci doar un singur lucru.<\/p>\n Ghemul de sfori se mi\u0219c\u0103 din ce \u00een ce mai repede.<\/p>\n \u2013 Vreau s\u0103 uit c\u0103 am fost vreodat\u0103 aici.<\/p>\n Soarta \u00ee\u0219i arunc\u0103 sforile spre mine, m\u0103 prinde \u00een str\u00e2nsoarea lor \u0219i \u00eemi str\u00e2nge corpul fad at\u00e2t de tare, \u00eenc\u00e2t lumina m\u0103 pierde, arunc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een incon\u0219tien\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n Sfoara ce iese din corpul bandajat devine ro\u0219ie.<\/p>\n \n SF\u00c2R\u0218ITUL P\u0102R\u021aII IV<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \n Deschid ochii.<\/p>\n De data asta nu sunt \u00een pat, dar nu conteaz\u0103!<\/p>\n Am c\u00e2\u0219tigat!<\/p>\n \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, via\u021ba mea \u00eemi apar\u021bine!<\/p>\n \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, pot s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc!<\/p>\n Lacrimile curg, inima mi se zbate \u00een piept ca o pas\u0103re \u00een colivie. Nu credeam c\u0103 e at\u00e2t de u\u0219or s\u0103 ating fericirea!<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridic.<\/p>\n Pere\u021bii goi, f\u0103r\u0103 oglinzi, par s\u0103 comprime camera \u00eenv\u0103luit\u0103 de culori. Dincolo de perdea e o noapte plin\u0103 de stele. Luna \u00ee\u0219i arunc\u0103 stafia prin transparen\u021ba perdelei. Stau \u00een genunchi, cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, cu fa\u021ba spre fereastr\u0103.<\/p>\n Pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n Un fir sub\u021bire de un ro\u0219u intens e legat \u00een jurul g\u00e2tului meu.<\/p>\n De\u0219i eu am ales s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund aici, a trebuit s\u0103 lupt ca s\u0103 \u00eemi c\u00e2\u0219tig setea de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n Mi-a\u0219 dori at\u00e2t de mult s\u0103 pot s\u0103 te las s\u0103 vii cu mine, dar…<\/p>\n Apar\u021binem unor lumi diferite.<\/p>\n Minciuni pentru binele altcuiva.<\/p>\n M\u0103 ridic \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n De data asta o s\u0103 ies din camer\u0103 \u0219i nu o s\u0103 m\u0103 mai \u00eentorc niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n Dau perdeaua la o parte, ating sticla.<\/p>\n Rece.<\/p>\n Fluid\u0103.<\/p>\n De parc\u0103 ar fi o alt\u0103 Oglind\u0103.<\/p>\n Vreau s\u0103 te mai v\u0103d o dat\u0103. Vii?<\/p>\n Te rog…<\/p>\n Dincolo de sticl\u0103, din luminile stelelor, apari tu.<\/p>\n Lacrimile mele prind adierea triste\u021bii.<\/p>\n \u00cemi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 plec. \u0218tii c\u0103 \u00eemi pare r\u0103u. Sper s\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u00cenchid ochii.<\/p>\n Mi-e fric\u0103.<\/p>\n Ia-m\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n Totul o s<\/em>\u0103<\/em> fie bine.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Ast\u0103zi am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 deschid ochii.<\/p>\n \n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de M. K. Lynn \u00centr-o zi m-am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai trezesc. Deloc. Regrete? Prea pu\u021bine, din fericire. Insignifiante. Perdele diafane at\u00e2rnau greu de bara de metal. Geamul \u2013 deschis. Afar\u0103 ploua. \u00cen camer\u0103 \u2013 frig. \u00cemi p\u0103sa? 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