{"id":13012,"date":"2020-06-13T17:26:59","date_gmt":"2020-06-13T15:26:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13012"},"modified":"2020-06-13T17:26:59","modified_gmt":"2020-06-13T15:26:59","slug":"sacosa-lui-nae","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13012","title":{"rendered":"Saco\u0219a lui Nae"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Rare\u0219-Andrei Dinu
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Bulevardul, proasp\u0103t sp\u0103lat de o ploaie trec\u0103toare de toamn\u0103, str\u0103lucea calm \u00een razele soarelui de dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103. Era duminic\u0103, iar traficul era, \u00een mod necaracteristic capitalei, foarte lejer. Pe trotuare mai ap\u0103rea din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd c\u00e2te o biciclet\u0103, c\u00e2te o trotinet\u0103 electric\u0103 sau c\u00e2te un curajos ie\u0219it la alergat. O singur\u0103 banc\u0103 era ocupat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Acolo, \u00eenvelit \u00een cinci cojoace peticite, cu c\u0103ciula sa sc\u0103mo\u0219at\u0103, ridurile sale ad\u00e2nci pline de jeg, barba \u0219i pletele sale gri \u0219i nesp\u0103late \u0219i cu ochii s\u0103i de un albastru superb, \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cea veacul Nae.<\/p>\n

Nae era boschetar. Era o prezen\u021b\u0103 familiar\u0103 tuturor celor ce frecventau bulevardul acela. Nu era unul dintre boschetarii care cauzeaz\u0103 deranj. Nu cer\u0219ea, nu era niciodat\u0103 turmentat \u0219i nu se b\u0103ga \u00een seam\u0103 cu nimeni. Ap\u0103rea, pur \u0219i simplu, pe c\u00e2te o banc\u0103. Al\u0103turi de nelipsita sa saco\u0219\u0103 de rapie. Uneori dormea rezemat de saco\u0219\u0103, uneori privea copacii \u0219i de cele mai multe ori citea.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ziua aceea, Nae citea \u0219i r\u00e2dea pe sub musta\u021b\u0103. Cartea pe care o r\u0103sfoia cu degetele sale b\u0103t\u0103torite \u0219i noduroase nu mai avea coper\u021bi, a\u0219a c\u0103 doar el \u0219tia de ce r\u00e2de. Chipul s\u0103u se distorsiona \u0219i ridurile i se ad\u00e2nceau la fiecare z\u00e2mbet sau sur\u00e2s. Era fericit.<\/p>\n

Din p\u0103cate, fericirea lui Nae, ca orice fericire de altfel, era temporar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ia uite-l, b\u0103, \u0219i p-\u0103sta! s-a auzit o voce.<\/p>\n

Trei pu\u0219ti, de cel mult \u0219aisprezece ani, se opriser\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 banca lui Nae. Z\u00e2mbeau \u0219mechere\u0219te \u0219i \u00eel priveau de sus. Unul dintre ei plesc\u0103ia zgomotos o gum\u0103, iar un altul puf\u0103ia dintr-o \u021bigar\u0103 electronic\u0103. P\u0103reau s\u0103 se simt\u0103 pu\u021bin prea bine \u00een pielea lor. Cel mai plin de el p\u0103rea a fi cel ce vorbise, care nu mesteca \u0219i nu puf\u0103ia nimic, dar\u00a0 care \u0219i-a a\u0219ezat asemeni unui r\u0103zboinic m\u00e2ndru, un picior pe banc\u0103, etal\u00e2ndu-\u0219i adida\u0219ii sclipitori. Purta pantaloni l\u0103l\u00e2i cu turul sub genunchi, de sub care l\u0103sa s\u0103 i se vad\u0103 cam trei sferturi din boxerii de firm\u0103, complet\u00e2nd \u021binuta cu un tricou al c\u0103rui decolteu mai avea pu\u021bin \u0219i \u00eei ajungea la buric.<\/p>\n

\u2014 N-are bani s\u0103-\u0219i ia un s\u0103pun da\u2019 are bani de c\u0103r\u021bi.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Care, m\u0103? a intervenit \u0219i pu\u0219tiul ce mesteca gum\u0103. Asta-i carte? Nu vezi c\u0103 nici copert\u0103 n-are? Asta-i mai degrab\u0103 h\u00e2rtie de \u0219ters la cur.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Dar de unde \u0219tii tu, b\u0103, cum arat\u0103 c\u0103r\u021bile? l-a luat la mi\u0219to cel ce puf\u0103ia din \u021bigar\u0103.<\/p>\n

La auzul acestei remarci, mestec\u0103torul de gum\u0103 a lansat un pumn c\u0103tre puf\u0103itor, iar acesta din urm\u0103 l-a \u00eencasat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 riposteze.<\/p>\n

Z\u00e2mbetul lui Nae disp\u0103ruse. Speriat, \u0219i-a \u00eenchis cartea, \u0219i a apucat saco\u0219a de rapie, d\u00e2nd s\u0103 se ridice. \u00cens\u0103 pu\u0219tiul cu guma de mestecat l-a \u00eempins \u00eenapoi pe banc\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Unde te gr\u0103be\u0219ti, mo\u0219ule? Te-a\u0219teapt\u0103 nevasta acas\u0103? A, stai. Am uitat c\u0103 n-ai cas\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Da\u2019 crezi c\u0103 nevast\u0103 are? a \u00eentrebat pu\u0219tiul cu adida\u0219i sclipitori.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u0218i-o fi g\u0103sit \u0219i el una a\u0219a pocit\u0103 ca el. Ia zi, mo\u0219ule. Ai nevast\u0103?<\/p>\n

Nae a continuat s\u0103 tac\u0103. \u0218i-a v\u00e2r\u00e2t cartea \u00een saco\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Dar ce-ai tu acolo, bre? a \u00eentrebat mestec\u0103torul de gum\u0103 apuc\u00e2nd saco\u0219a. Nu ne-ar\u0103\u021bi \u0219i nou\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu, rosti Nae tare \u0219i ferm, \u021bin\u00e2nd cu putere de saco\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Hopa! Mo\u0219ul nu e mut!<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nu saco\u0219a, sus\u021binea Nae cu t\u0103rie.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Tre s\u0103 fie ceva chiar mi\u0219to acolo dac\u0103 se \u021bine a\u0219a de ea, a concluzionat pu\u0219tiul cu adida\u0219ii.<\/p>\n

Mestec\u0103torul de gum\u0103 tr\u0103gea de zor, dar Nae nu se l\u0103sa.<\/p>\n

\u2014 L\u0103sa-\u021bi-l, b\u0103. Punga aia o fi tot ce are, a spus puf\u0103itorul.<\/p>\n

\u2014 \u00cel las de nu se vede, a spus mestec\u0103torul. D\u0103-i drumul, jegule!<\/p>\n

\u2014 D\u0103-i drumul, n-auzi? s-a r\u0103stit pu\u0219tiul cu adida\u0219ii.<\/p>\n

\u0218i zic\u00e2nd asta, a izbit un dos de pumn \u00een barba lui Nae, care a sc\u0103pat saco\u0219a. Pu\u0219tiul ce mesteca gum\u0103 s-a dat din iner\u021bie c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i mai \u00een spate. Apoi s-a uitat \u00een saco\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n

C\u0103r\u021bi. Era plin\u0103 de c\u0103r\u021bi. Unele aveau coper\u021bi, altele nu. Unele aveau foi galbene, coapte, altele albe, imaculate. Unele erau suficient de mici c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi intre \u00een buzunar, altele erau mari \u0219i grase.<\/p>\n

\u2014 C\u0103r\u021bi, mo\u0219ule? Doar c\u0103r\u021bi? Pe bune?<\/p>\n

Pu\u0219tiul a \u00eenceput s\u0103 scormoneasc\u0103 printre ele. Trec\u00e2nd printre tot felul de titluri, de la Laleaua Neagr\u0103<\/em> a lui Dumas, p\u00e2n\u0103 la poemele lui Bukowski. Intrase \u00een saco\u0219\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la coate. Apoi mai ad\u00e2nc, p\u00e2n\u0103 la memoriile lui Casanova \u0219i legendele Regelui Arthur. \u0218i-a b\u0103gat \u0219i capul, ajung\u00e2nd la Divina Comedie<\/em> a lui Dante \u0219i la Hamlet<\/em>. Deodat\u0103, pu\u0219tiul a realizat c\u0103 nu se mai poate opri. \u00cen doar c\u00e2teva clipe, \u00eentregul corp al b\u0103iatului a fost \u00eenghi\u021bit de saco\u0219a de rapie.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ce dracu\u2019 a fost asta? s-a mirat purt\u0103torul adida\u0219ilor sclipitori.<\/p>\n

S-a apropiat \u0219i el de saco\u0219\u0103, s\u0103 se uite dup\u0103 amicul s\u0103u. S-a aplecat \u0219i \u0219i-a v\u00e2r\u00e2t mai \u00eent\u00e2i m\u00e2inile \u00eentre c\u0103r\u021bi. Apoi s-a afundat \u0219i mai mult, \u00eentre titluri ca Florile R\u0103ului<\/em>, Don Quijote de la Mancha <\/em>sau Moby Dick<\/em>. \u00cen doar c\u00e2teva momente, dus a fost \u0219i el.<\/p>\n

Cel de-al treilea pu\u0219ti \u0219i-a b\u0103gat \u021bigara electronic\u0103 \u00een buzunar \u0219i s-a uitat la b\u0103rbatul de pe banc\u0103. Nae \u00eel privea fix cu ochii s\u0103i frumo\u0219i \u0219i alba\u0219tri. Z\u00e2mbea.<\/p>\n

B\u0103iatul a ridicat din umeri \u0219i a s\u0103rit \u0219i el \u00een saco\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Cei trei s-au re\u00eent\u00e2lnit, \u00een c\u0103dere. Picau \u00een gol, printre teancuri infinite de c\u0103r\u021bi. \u0218i au tot picat a\u0219a c\u00e2teva minute bune, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s-au trezit, \u00een picioare \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 nicio zg\u00e2rietur\u0103, pe ceea ce p\u0103rea a fi o podea. \u00cen jurul lor e ridicau copaci de cerneal\u0103, cu coroane pline de litere, printre ramurile c\u0103rora zburau p\u0103s\u0103ri de h\u00e2rtie.<\/p>\n

Ceva ce p\u0103rea a fi muzic\u0103 r\u0103suna \u00een spa\u021biul acela bizar. Glasurile cristaline se auzeau din ce \u00een ce mai clar, prinz\u00e2nd forme \u00een jurul lor. Unele erau mai suple, altele mai gr\u0103su\u021be, unele mai scurtu\u021be, altele mai \u00eentale, \u00eens\u0103 toate erau de o frumuse\u021be rar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Ziua bun\u0103, au gr\u0103it Poeziile \u00een cor. Cu ce ocazie pe aici?<\/p>\n

\u2014 Nici noi nu \u0219tim, a r\u0103spuns pu\u0219tiul cu guma de mestecat.<\/p>\n

\u2014 Am picat \u00een traista unuia, a spus pu\u0219tiul cu adida\u0219ii sclipitori.<\/p>\n

Poeziile au r\u00e2s. \u0218i i-au apucat de subra\u021b pe cei trei, cuprinz\u00e2ndu-i cu versurile lor, \u0219i lu\u00e2ndu-i \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ele \u00een zbor. \u0218i cerneala copacilor a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se \u00eentind\u0103, acoperind totul. \u0218i s-a f\u0103cut \u00eentuneric. Bezn\u0103.<\/p>\n

Prinsoarea poeziilor a disp\u0103rut subit \u0219i c\u00e2ntul acestora a \u00eencetat s\u0103 se mai aud\u0103. Lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n

Bezn\u0103 \u0219i lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n

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Cartea s-a deschis. \u0218i de pe paginile ei coapte, trei pu\u0219ti priveau chipul luminos al cititorului. Acest avea pielea neted\u0103, p\u0103rul negru ca t\u0103ciunele, o barb\u0103 dichisit\u0103 \u0219i doi ochi din cale-afar\u0103 de frumo\u0219i. Ochi alba\u0219tri.<\/p>\n

Nae citea. Nae z\u00e2mbea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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