de Bianca B\u00e2ndil\u0103<\/p>\n
\u00a0<\/strong>V\u00e2ntul \u0219uier\u0103 a moarte. Clopotele satelor bat.<\/p>\n \u00cen camer\u0103, patru pere\u021bi, o fereastr\u0103 \u0219i o u\u0219\u0103 \u021bin v\u00e2ntul departe. Lum\u00e2narea de pe noptier\u0103 e la sf\u00e2r\u0219it, un lic\u0103r \u00eentr-un mald\u0103r de cear\u0103. Pe pat st\u0103 un domn, un marinar, un el. Barba lung\u0103, plin\u0103 de p\u0103duchi, \u00eei \u021bine loc de pern\u0103. Hainele-i sunt negre, \u0219i maro, \u0219i vii. Printre tunete \u0219i fulgere v\u00e2ntul aduce ploaie. Ploaia aduce umezeal\u0103, iar b\u0103rbatul devine umed. Mucegaiul cizmelor c\u00e2nt\u0103, iar b\u0103rbatul c\u00e2nt\u0103 cu el.<\/p>\n \u2014Ne-om duce Romi, ne-om duce \u0219i or aduce pe al\u021bii.<\/p>\n Vorbe\u0219te cu bere \u0219i rom prinse \u00een c\u0103ptu\u0219eala m\u0103selelor. Tu\u0219e\u0219te, \u00ee\u0219i drege vocea, continu\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2014Fug to\u021bi de parc\u0103 amu \u00eei sf\u00e2r\u0219itea \u0219i nu-i mai cheam\u0103 nici marea, nici v\u00e2ntu\u2019, nici ploaia. P\u00e2nzele jos, luntrea goal\u0103, oamenii mor\u021bi. Parc\u0103 nici \u0103i \u00eeneca\u021bi n-o fost a\u2019 lor \u0219i nici ei n-o fost a\u2019 \u0103lor \u00eeneca\u021bi. Da tu Romi ai fost a\u2019 meu.<\/p>\n \u00cen semi\u00eentuneric nu poate s\u0103 vad\u0103 multe, dar aude. De afar\u0103 glasurile celor vechi strig\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2014V\u0103 strig\u0103 pe voi, \u0103i care i-a\u021bi avut. Da iac\u0103t\u0103 nu-i nimeni r\u0103mas. Numa io. Io v\u0103 aud b\u0103, da nu sunte\u021bi a\u2019 mei, n-am ce s\u0103 v\u0103 fac. Gemi amu Conu, cum gemeai diminea\u021ba prin port.<\/p>\n Se \u00eentrerupe r\u00e2z\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n \u2014Pe c\u00e2t te d\u0103deai dup\u0103 fustele muierilor seara, pe at\u00e2ta de departe te \u021bineai de diminea\u021b\u0103. \u0218i ce mai gemeai, ca un c\u00e2ine b\u0103tut, c\u0103 m\u0103runtaiele \u00ee\u021bi ziceau una \u0219i via\u021ba \u00ee\u021bi zicea alta, \u0219i nicicum nu v\u0103 potrivea\u021bi. \u0218i c\u00e2nd te-ai dus \u00eemp\u0103ratule, tot gem\u00e2nd ai plecat, c\u0103 valu\u2019 nu iart\u0103 pe nimeni. M\u0103 crezi c\u0103 nu mai \u0219tiu c\u00e2nd te-ai dus? Ioi Doamne, nu mai \u0219tiu.<\/p>\n Ascult\u0103 v\u00e2ntul \u0219i se \u00eentoarce pe spate, din tavan \u00eel love\u0219te o pic\u0103tur\u0103, apoi \u00eenc\u0103 una, \u00eenc\u0103 una \u0219i tot a\u0219a. Un alt strig\u0103t de afar\u0103, sunete de afar\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2014Nu ai murit singur \u00eemp\u0103ratule, c\u00e2nd te-ai dus tu s-o dus \u0219-altu\u2019. \u0102l\u2019 de veni proasp\u0103t pe mare. El o c\u0103zut primu\u2019, nu? C\u0103 valurile erau mari \u0219i el era fraged la minte \u0219i la corp \u0219i s-o dus peste margine. Romi o strigat atunci, da\u2019 numai io s\u0103-l fi auzit, c\u0103 de v\u0103zut deloc. Da\u2019 te-ai dus tu, s\u0103 mor io de \u0219tiu de ce, da\u2019 erai mare pe atunci \u0219i \u00een putere, g\u00e2ndeai pu\u021bine, f\u0103ceai multe. Prea era rea marea \u0219i prea cu pucioas\u0103 printre valuri \u0219i \u0103la era deja dus \u00eenspre altele, da\u2019 te-ai dus \u0219i tu \u0219i nu \u021bi-o luat mult s\u0103 te duci prea departe.<\/p>\n \u00ce\u0219i duce m\u00e2na l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, \u00ee\u0219i ia sticla, o duce la buze \u0219i bea.<\/p>\n \u2014Sper s\u0103 te fi \u021binut de fundurile m\u0103rii, a\u0219a cum te \u021bineai \u0219i de fundurile femeilor, a\u2019 dracu\u2019 b\u0103rbat ai fost. Da\u2019 tot nu erai ca Bela, \u0103la s\u0103 te tot fi \u021binut minte.<\/p>\n Ceva \u00eei r\u0103spunse.<\/p>\n \u2014Da, m\u0103! Nu m-o crezut nimeni din sat c\u00e2nd m-am \u00eentors dup\u0103 ce tot s-o terminat \u0219i le-am spus c\u0103 e\u0219ti mort. A ta era cu burt\u0103 de la altu\u2019, poate c-o fost mai bine c-ai r\u0103mas printre valuri. \u021ai-ai dat tu leafa pe c\u0103caturi, da\u2019 o puneai deoparte, c\u0103 aveai cas\u0103 de \u00eentre\u021binut. Sau \u0103la era altu\u2019? Am uitat Belo, c\u0103 mult o trecut.<\/p>\n V\u00e2ntul \u0219i vocile, casa sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie, podeaua tremur\u0103. Lic\u0103rul de lumin\u0103 se stinge \u0219i b\u0103rbatul \u00een\u021bepene\u0219te. Termin\u0103 sticla, se bag\u0103 mai ad\u00e2nc \u00een pat, \u00ee\u0219i trage hainele mai bine pe el.<\/p>\n \u2014M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam io c\u0103 veni\u021bi, da\u2019 nu sunte\u021bi a\u2019 mei. Tre\u2019 s\u0103 vi-i g\u0103si\u021bi pe a\u2019 vo\u0219tri, c\u0103 cu mine n-ave\u021bi ce discuta. Da\u2019 to\u021bi o plecat, nebunii, c\u0103 nu vor s\u0103 v\u0103 mai vad\u0103. V-o f\u0103cut cruci frumoase, nu zic nu. M\u0103 rog, o fost frumoase c\u00e2nd o fost, amu ba! O trecut timpu\u2019 \u0219i timpu\u2019 o m\u00e2ncat lemnu\u2019.<\/p>\n St\u0103 cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i, ascult\u0103 casa. Sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 cu sc\u00e2ndur\u0103, ceva se apropie.<\/p>\n \u2014O fugit \u0219i Gusti, \u201ede de m\u0103 v-v-vor p-prinde\u201d c\u0103 a\u0219a vorbe\u0219te s\u0103r\u0103citu\u2019. S-o dus c\u00e2nd o auzit de furtun\u0103 \u0219i tare departe de mine s-o \u021binut. Pe el s\u0103 vi-l c\u0103uta\u021bi, cu mine nu ave\u021bi ce vorbi. Eu mi-l vreau numa\u2019 pe Romi.<\/p>\n Mirosul de sare de mare \u0219i scoici moarte intr\u0103 \u00een cas\u0103, un val de \u00eenghe\u021b cade \u00een camer\u0103. Ceva se apropie, ceva lini\u0219tit, \u0219i vesel, \u0219i mort, \u0219i fl\u0103m\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n Marinarul st\u0103 cu ochii \u00eenchi\u0219i. E umed \u0219i patul.<\/p>\n \u2014Credeam c\u0103 o s\u0103 fi\u021bi buni, m\u0103car amu, c\u0103 io am stat s\u0103 v\u0103 primesc pe to\u021bi. Nu s\u00eente\u021bi a mei, da\u2019 am stat. Da\u2019 nu-mi mai pas\u0103, numa\u2019 s\u0103 \u00eel aduce\u021bi \u0219i pe Romi, c\u0103 \u0219tiu io c\u0103-i cu voi. Mi-o spus de noaptea asta, mi-o spus unde s\u0103 a\u0219tept, io am a\u0219teptat \u0219i-l vreau pe el.<\/p>\n Casa sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ie, lemnele cedeaz\u0103, se rup pere\u021bii. Ceva vine mai aproape.<\/p>\n V\u00e2ntul \u0219uier\u0103 prin g\u0103uri, le m\u0103re\u0219te, mobila zboar\u0103, buc\u0103\u021bi de ad\u0103post pleac\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n \u2014Io pe el l-am a\u0219teptat, da\u2019 dac\u0103 voi a\u021bi venit aia e. Am fost odat\u0103, om fi \u00eenc-odat\u0103. Da\u2019 eu tot la Romi vreau s\u0103 ajung.<\/p>\n Glasul \u00eei e \u00eenecat de zgomot, ceva e aici. M\u00e2ini \u00eenghe\u021bate cuprind marinarul. Tunetul \u00eei love\u0219te \u021beasta \u0219i o voce de copil se ridic\u0103 din mald\u0103rul de haine b\u0103tr\u00e2ne de pe pat.<\/p>\n \u2014U\u0219or, u\u0219or, Romi, m\u0103 doare, eu nu \u0219tiu cu de-astea.<\/p>\n Marinarul e smuls de v\u00e2nt afar\u0103.\u00a0 Un fulger lumineaz\u0103 satul. Zgomot de tornad\u0103, lemn zbur\u00e2nd, un tunet \u0219i nu mai este urm\u0103 de om. Coasta e goal\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de Bianca B\u00e2ndil\u0103 \u00a0V\u00e2ntul \u0219uier\u0103 a moarte. Clopotele satelor bat. \u00cen camer\u0103, patru pere\u021bi, o fereastr\u0103 \u0219i o u\u0219\u0103 \u021bin v\u00e2ntul departe. Lum\u00e2narea de pe noptier\u0103 e la sf\u00e2r\u0219it, un lic\u0103r \u00eentr-un mald\u0103r de cear\u0103. Pe pat st\u0103 un domn, un marinar, un el. Barba lung\u0103, plin\u0103 de p\u0103duchi, \u00eei \u021bine loc de pern\u0103. 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