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de Eva P\u0103duraru<\/p>\n

Din plin, dar prea pu\u021bin- <\/em><\/strong>XIII.I.MMXXII <\/strong><\/p>\n

Era \u00eentotdeauna un drum dureros. \u00cen timp ce mergeam, totul m\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103 m\u0103 crispez. Aerul \u00eemi provoca durere, lumina, fiecare detaliu al acestei lumi pare strident \u0219i ostil. O.M. <\/em><\/p>\n

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Trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 a\u0219tept. Ce anume sau mai degrab\u0103 pe cine? Trebuie s\u0103 a\u0219tept s\u0103 treac\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 vindec. A\u0219teptarea uneori doare mai mult ca orice alt\u0103 tr\u0103ire. Mai ales atunci c\u00e2nd nu \u0219tii care e scopul a\u0219tept\u0103rii. A\u0219teptarea vine de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu incertitudinea. Se \u021bin \u00een bra\u021be ca doi \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi. De\u0219i, omul nu poate tr\u0103i la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it \u00een incertitudine, deci nici \u00een a\u0219teptare. Ca s\u0103 po\u021bi convie\u021bui cu nelini\u0219tea a\u0219tept\u0103rii trebuie s\u0103 cuno\u0219ti no\u021biunea necunoscutului \u0219i bine\u00een\u021beles faptul c\u0103 \u00een unele momente \u0219i dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 sim\u021bi, s\u0103 \u0219tii ceva, nu ai cum. Ai pluti \u00een gol, \u00eentr-un vid infinit \u0219i de nep\u0103truns.<\/p>\n

A\u0219teptarea aduce cu sine \u0219i suspansul, teama de ciocnire cu neputin\u021ba propriei fiin\u021be. \u0218i dac\u0103 te izbe\u0219ti de tine, nu cumva ri\u0219ti s\u0103 zdrobe\u0219ti tot ceea ce f\u0103cea sens p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci? \u0218i dac\u0103 nu te izbe\u0219ti, vei prelungi la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it agonia existen\u021bei. Ce e p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 existen\u021ba \u0219i inexisten\u021ba? \u021ai se umfl\u0103 pl\u0103m\u00e2nii cu aer, \u00eel expiri printr-un oftat sonor \u0219i apoi se face dintr-o dat\u0103 lini\u0219te. Definitiv.<\/p>\n

Nici m\u0103car cuvintele nu mai au sens \u00een acest joc de-a respira\u021bia. Deci, dac\u0103 respiri, exi\u0219ti \u0219i, totu\u0219i dac\u0103 po\u021bi respira nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti. Caut s\u0103-mi c\u00e2nte c\u00e2ntecul min\u021bii. Caut miracole. Caut un refugiu necunoscut. M\u0103 ghidez \u00een bezn\u0103 dup\u0103 tot ceea ce simt \u0219i nu pot s\u0103 explic. \u0218i dac\u0103 ar fi s\u0103 g\u0103sesc ceea ce caut, toat\u0103 fuga mea n-ar fi avut p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 niciun sens. Umblu bezmetic\u0103 prin cea\u021ba a\u0219tept\u0103rii, a nelini\u0219tilor \u0219i a ultimelor b\u0103t\u0103i de inim\u0103. De ce? Pentru c\u0103 tot ceea ce tr\u0103iesc pare unic, pare de nerepetat \u0219i totu\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103se\u0219te locul \u00een ve\u0219nicia sufletelor chinuite.<\/p>\n

Via\u021ba trebuie iubit\u0103, deoarece… suntem \u0219i chiar dac\u0103 n-am vrea s\u0103 fim. \u0218i totu\u0219i sunt clipe \u00een care ador\u0103m s\u0103 fim, mul\u021bumim universului c\u0103 exist\u0103m, c\u0103 ni s-a dat \u0219ansa s\u0103 ap\u0103rem \u0219i s\u0103 putem sim\u021bi pe pielea noastr\u0103 totul. De la agonie, la extaz. \u0218i acest a fi doare \u0219i zg\u00e2rie, dar \u0219i iube\u0219te, jubileaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ne doare c\u00e2nd nu doare, ne place c\u00e2nd ne place. Din durere din plin \u0219i din pl\u0103cere, prea pu\u021bin.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi place s\u0103 cred c\u0103 am \u00eencredere \u00een mine. \u0218tiu cumva ce-mi face sufletul s\u0103 ard\u0103, simt ce am nevoie. Dar nu \u0219tiu cum s\u0103 ajung acolo, la \u00eemplinirea absolut\u0103. Ce paradox p\u0103c\u0103tos. \u0218tiu c\u0103 vreau s\u0103 fiu liber\u0103 \u00een spirit, s\u0103-mi las sim\u021burile s\u0103 palpite \u00een voia lor, s\u0103 nu-mi mai pun \u00eentreb\u0103ri, s\u0103 uit de griji \u0219i s\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai doar\u0103 \u00een capul pieptului \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103. Pare o libertate imposibil\u0103 \u00een vremurile astea.<\/p>\n

\u00cen unele seri, abia a\u0219tept s\u0103 pun capul pe pern\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 sper c\u0103 n-am s\u0103 m\u0103 mai trezesc a\u0219a \u00eemboln\u0103vit\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri. Dar subcon\u0219tientul se joac\u0103 cu fr\u00e2nturi de vise, pentru a-mi releva realitatea, pe care n-o \u00een\u021beleg atunci c\u00e2nd sunt lucid\u0103. Am fost \u00een grot\u0103 \u0219i m-am pierdut. Era un b\u0103rbat acolo, care \u00eencerca s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eenghesuie \u00een fiecare col\u021b mai \u00eentunecat, s\u0103 ne cad\u0103 stalactitele \u00een cap. S\u0103-mi fac\u0103 cote\u021b din stalactite \u0219i stalagmite. S\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eencarcereze \u0219i s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n acolo doar \u0219i pentru pl\u0103cerile lui.<\/p>\n

Eu am \u00eencercat s\u0103 fug cum fac \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd sunt treaz\u0103. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund de ceea ce nu pot controla \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 refugiez \u00eentr-o t\u0103cere \u0219i ap\u0103sare cumplit\u0103.<\/p>\n

N-am reu\u0219it s\u0103 fug, m-au scos zorii zilei de acolo. Ideea e c\u0103 m\u0103 simt prizonier\u0103 propriei vie\u021bi, condi\u021biei umane \u0219i a limit\u0103rilor spa\u021bio-temporale.<\/p>\n

R\u0103m\u00e2n \u00een a\u0219teptarea unui nou vis, a unei noi traume \u0219i revela\u021bii, pentru a \u00eencerca s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc din nou la via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Am reinventat Infernul lui Dante- <\/em>XXVII.X.MMXXII <\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunt \u00een cad\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 din cap p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een picioare, m\u0103 sp\u0103l de p\u0103cate cu apa iadului. M-am \u00eenro\u0219it precum un drac \u0219i m\u0103 sufoc cu aburul unei b\u0103i fierbin\u021bi. De-a lungul timpului, omul <\/em><\/strong>a ales s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 captiv trupului \u0219i a pl\u0103cerilor efemere. Sau nu a fost for\u021bat de \u00eemprejur\u0103ri s\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103seasc\u0103 lumea concret\u0103 \u0219i palpabil\u0103. Dar omul care nu iese din realitate este sortit e\u0219ecului, tr\u0103ie\u0219te degeaba. Omul f\u0103r\u0103 de minte este ca o biseric\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de \u021bar\u0103.<\/p>\n

S\u0103-\u021bi p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti corpul se simte ca \u0219i cum \u021bi s-ar \u00eenfige un pumnal \u00een t\u00e2mple, ad\u00e2nc. Doare, dar p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti con\u0219tientul<\/em><\/strong>, intri \u00een lumea revela\u021biei. \u0218i brusc e\u0219ti ca un p\u0103ianjen pe tavan. \u00ce\u021bi \u00eemplete\u0219ti p\u00e2nza min\u021bii, a crea\u021biei \u0219i a infinitului de \u0219anse. Te vezi de sus \u0219i r\u00e2zi de tine, cel de jos. Cel din infernul cotidianului- aici te sf\u00e2r\u0219e\u0219ti tu \u0219i p\u0103\u0219e\u0219ti pe ace, cioburi \u0219i buc\u0103\u021bi de carne spre Marea \u00cen\u021belegere<\/em><\/strong>. Vei fi o stea printre galaxii, g\u0103uri negre \u0219i planete. Te vei \u00eenv\u00e2rti \u00een jurul propriei str\u0103luciri. Vei atinge lumina din \u00eentunericul t\u0103u. Vei fi un nimic, care totu\u0219i are deschiderea spre orizont. Vei fi sus, c\u00e2nd al\u021bii se t\u00e2r\u0103sc pe jos precum r\u00e2mele dup\u0103 ploaie.<\/p>\n

Cunoa\u0219terea <\/em><\/strong>vine cu r\u0103ni din care nu \u00eenceteaz\u0103 s\u0103 curg\u0103 s\u00e2nge, te vei plimba pe targa vie\u021bii, vei urla ca din gur\u0103 de \u0219arpe dup\u0103 ajutor, te vei automutila, te vei autosabota, vei alerga \u00een cerc \u0219i te vei izbi de multe ziduri. Un labirint al \u00eencerc\u0103rilor \u0219i al e\u0219ecurilor, dar totodat\u0103 dedalul celor mai mari realiz\u0103ri. Pofta, l\u0103comia, furia, gre\u0219eala, violen\u021ba, furtul \u0219i tr\u0103darea r\u0103stignesc trupul. Mintea este datoare s\u0103 vindece patimile \u0219i s\u0103 asigure m\u00e2ntuirea.<\/p>\n

Iluminarea <\/em><\/strong>vine precum o explozie de sim\u021buri \u0219i totodat\u0103 prilejuie\u0219te p\u0103r\u0103sirea lumii fizice \u0219i intrarea \u00een Lumea de Cristal<\/em><\/strong>. \u00cen lumea asta \u00eempietre\u0219te tot ce ai fost odat\u0103, te prive\u0219ti din toate unghiurile, meditezi \u0219i te schimbi. Cristalele de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt ofer\u0103 vindecare, protec\u021bie, putere \u0219i iubire. \u00cen Lumea de Cristal plute\u0219ti gol pe nori \u0219i te joci cu mintea. Corpul este paralizat \u00een pozi\u021bii de yoga, iar creierul zburd\u0103 precum o g\u0103in\u0103 dup\u0103 gr\u0103un\u021be. E periculos, obositor, e zarv\u0103 continu\u0103 \u0219i agita\u021bie. \u0218i nu po\u021bi face nimic pentru a opri dezm\u0103\u021bul. Alt\u0103dat\u0103 dansai prin trup \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi amor\u021beai g\u00e2ndurile cu substan\u021be. \u00cen Lumea de Cristal, e\u0219ti f\u0103r\u0103 de trup, e\u0219ti doar \u00een spirit.<\/p>\n

Urm\u0103torul popas spre Absolut este Lumea de Aur. <\/em><\/strong>Aici po\u021bi alege s\u0103 te \u00eentorci \u00een trup, s\u0103 te \u00eembraci, doar pentru a face diferen\u021ba dintre limite \u0219i limit\u0103ri. Lumea de Aur este pentru Absolut precum v\u00e2rful K2 pentru omenire. Al doilea cel mai \u00eenalt prag pe drumul g\u0103sirii identit\u0103\u021bii. Aceia care \u0219i-au g\u0103sit sf\u00e2r\u0219itul escalad\u00e2nd mun\u021bii au vrut s\u0103-\u0219i \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 sinele. Dar au gre\u0219it drumul, iar c\u0103l\u0103toria le-a fost fatal\u0103. \u00cen Lumea de Aur ai titlul de academician \u00een \u00een\u021belegerea min\u021bii. Z\u00e2mbe\u0219ti \u0219i pl\u00e2ngi \u00een acela\u0219i timp, pentru c\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 via\u021ba e moarte la nesf\u00e2r\u0219it. Lumea de Aur este doar o altfel de iluminare. Iluminarea prin lumin\u0103. Lumina prin izb\u0103vire. E\u0219ti salvat, iar primejdia a trecut. E pentru prima oar\u0103 lini\u0219te \u0219i pace. E frumos s\u0103 tac\u0103 tot \u00een jur. E at\u00e2t de frumos s\u0103 fie doar soare. E minunat s\u0103 te po\u021bi vedea exact a\u0219a cum e\u0219ti, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 te judeci.<\/p>\n

Pe tot acest drum trebuie s\u0103-\u021bi plac\u0103 singur\u0103tatea, trebuie s\u0103 ai r\u0103bdare, compasiune \u0219i mai ales dorin\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 te descoperi la cel mai \u00eenalt nivel posibil. Lumea de Diamant <\/em><\/strong>este apogeul. De ce? Aici plute\u0219ti \u00een deriv\u0103 \u0219i ai posibilitatea s\u0103 te transpui \u00een ceea ce ai fost la \u00eenceputul explor\u0103rii. Po\u021bi s\u0103 vezi cu ochii t\u0103i tabloul existen\u021bei \u0219i pe cel al inexisten\u021bei. Ce e\u0219ti acum \u0219i ce ai fost odat\u0103. De ce diamant? E ca \u0219i cum ai ajuns \u00een v\u00e2rful muntelui, ca \u0219i cum e\u0219ti locul \u00eent\u00e2i pe podium, ca \u0219i cum e\u0219ti cel mai bun p\u0103rinte, cel mai bun amant, sau cel mai cunoscut profesor. Acestea fiind expuse pentru \u00een\u021belegerea celor ce nu \u0219tiu sau nu vor s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 mai mult. Felicit\u0103ri! Ai ajuns la esen\u021ba sinelui, ai atins Absolutul<\/em><\/strong>. Ai trecut prin focul trupului, prin r\u0103zboiul min\u021bii contra inimii, prin degajarea de nevoi \u0219i prin reprimarea lor. Te iube\u0219ti \u0219i este suficient.<\/p>\n

E\u0219ti \u00eemplinit. Cobori pe P\u0103m\u00e2nt \u0219i te sim\u021bi precum s-a sim\u021bit Mesia c\u00e2nd a p\u0103\u0219it printre muritori. Dar tu nu \u00eenve\u021bi nimic pe nimeni. Ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat cine e\u0219ti \u0219i de ce e\u0219ti \u0219i asta este suficient. Este absolut tot ce conteaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Tinere\u021bea mor\u021bii<\/em>– XXX.XI.MMXXII <\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u0219 spune c\u0103 noaptea \u00eenseamn\u0103 moarte, \u00eens\u0103 mie \u00eemi place s\u0103 spun c\u0103 mor atunci c\u00e2nd apar zorii zilei. Noile \u00eenceputuri sunt despre moarte prin rena\u0219tere. Moare o parte din tine \u0219i ar trebui s\u0103 rena\u0219ti, prin al\u021bii, pentru al\u021bii. Totul este despre ceea ce vezi \u0219i sim\u021bi \u00een jur. Tu, ca entitate te estompezi \u00een mul\u021bimi \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi pierzi din consisten\u021b\u0103. M\u0103 pierd \u00een privirile pofticioase ale b\u0103rba\u021bilor, m\u0103 oglindesc \u00een ochii femeilor. \u0218i mor.<\/p>\n

Cel mai mult \u00eemi place s\u0103 m\u0103 pr\u0103p\u0103desc \u00een ganguri, pe bulevarde, \u00een galerii de art\u0103, pe scen\u0103 \u0219i \u00een pat cu el. \u00cemi place s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219esc precum o furnic\u0103 pe linia fin\u0103 dintre via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i moarte. Nev\u0103zut\u0103 dac\u0103 se poate. \u00cemi place s\u0103 m\u0103 strecor, s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund, s\u0103 p\u0103\u0219esc gr\u0103bit\u0103 \u0219i mai ales s\u0103 r\u00e2d. Autoironia este precum \u0219ahul pentru el. Floare la ureche. \u00cemi place s\u0103 mor \u00een bra\u021bele lui \u00een fiecare noapte. \u00cemi place cum \u00eemi \u00eentoarce trupul pe toate p\u0103r\u021bile. \u00cemi place s\u0103 mor dulce, \u00een lini\u0219te \u0219i pace. \u0218i c\u00e2nd \u00eenchid ochii a moarte, simt c\u0103 mai am foarte multe de f\u0103cut, de sim\u021bit, de v\u0103zut, dar mai ales de gustat. Simt cum alerg\u0103m de m\u00e2n\u0103 pe str\u0103zi pustii, la cap\u0103t de lume \u0219i la r\u0103s\u0103rit de soare. Suntem la Cabo de Roca \u0219i adulmec tinere\u021be prin v\u00e2ntul ce ne m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie chipurile.<\/p>\n

\u00cenc\u0103 e timpul \u00een care m\u0103 trezesc de diminea\u021b\u0103 \u0219i nu m\u0103 simt b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103. Ce bine ar fi dac\u0103 ar fi vorba doar despre ceea ce vedem la exterior \u0219i am uita de ceea ce se afl\u0103 pe interior. Boli premature, intestine \u00een proces de descompunere, creier \u00eembibat de alcool \u0219i tutun, toate fiind ascunse de aceast\u0103 carcas\u0103 pudrat\u0103, sp\u0103lat\u0103 \u0219i parfumat\u0103 cu arome scumpe.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi place s\u0103 m\u0103 mint c\u0103 am timp. \u00cemi place s\u0103 cred c\u0103 am s\u0103 fac tot ceea ce mi-am propus \u0219i tot ceea ce visez. Ador s\u0103 m\u0103 simt iubit\u0103. Ador s\u0103 fiu atins\u0103. Ador jonglatul dintre atingerile de pe trup \u0219i creier. Am timp s\u0103 iubesc \u0219i s\u0103 suf\u0103r. Am timp s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng \u0219i s\u0103 fiu cea mai fericit\u0103 din lume. Atunci c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti b\u0103tr\u00e2n, moartea este inevitabil\u0103, dar atunci c\u00e2nd e\u0219ti t\u00e2n\u0103r moartea nici nu exist\u0103. Tr\u0103ie\u0219ti at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t mai po\u021bi s\u0103 sim\u021bi. E\u0219ti mort \u00een momentul \u00een care nimic nu te mai poate atinge. Nimic nu-\u021bi mai poate penetra mintea aia bolnav\u0103 \u0219i obosit\u0103.<\/p>\n

Sunt at\u00e2tea nop\u021bi \u00een care adorm \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u0219i machiat\u0103. Sunt at\u00e2tea nop\u021bi \u00een care somnul mi-e chinuit \u0219i nimic nu-mi d\u0103 pace. Sunt nop\u021bi \u00een care a\u0219 prefera s\u0103 m\u0103 duc, pentru c\u0103 nu am poft\u0103 s\u0103 v\u0103d r\u0103s\u0103ritul. De fapt simt c\u0103 nu mai am pentru ce s\u0103-l v\u0103d.<\/p>\n

Atunci c\u00e2nd \u00eemi bate \u00een u\u0219\u0103, \u00eemi st\u0103 inima \u00een loc. M\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 va veni un moment c\u00e2nd nu o s\u0103-mi mai bat\u0103 nimeni la u\u0219\u0103. \u0218i nimeni nu o s\u0103 mai vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 ating\u0103. Am s\u0103 fiu prea ur\u00e2t\u0103 \u0219i prea b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 pentru asemenea tandre\u021buri. Am s\u0103 fiu at\u00e2ta timp c\u00e2t m\u0103 va \u021bine el \u00een bra\u021be. Am s\u0103 fiu pentru c\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219te el \u0219i pentru c\u0103 ne privim ochi \u00een ochi \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cu el, zilele au gust, parfum \u0219i sens. Dac\u0103 sunt, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 n-am murit, de\u0219i am suferit pentru cel pu\u021bin zece mor\u021bi. Sau cel pu\u021bin simt c\u0103 am tr\u0103it \u0219i \u00een alte timpuri. Simt c\u0103 via\u021ba mea nu a \u00eenceput aici \u0219i nici nu se va \u00eencheia aici. Mi-e trupul \u00eencarcerat \u0219i mintea zburdalnic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Mi-e dor mereu de ceea ce am fost \u0219i de ceea ce voi fi. Niciodat\u0103 de ceea ce sunt.<\/p>\n

Dragul meu, m\u0103 duc s\u0103 mor \u00een cad\u0103, \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at\u0103 de apa fierbinte, dar \u00eenainte de asta spune-mi c\u0103 niciodat\u0103 nu ui\u021bi ceea ce-mi promi\u021bi. Promite-mi c\u0103 ai s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bii \u00een bra\u021be at\u00e2t noaptea c\u00e2t \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd mi-e mai greu. Promite-mi c\u0103 ai s\u0103-mi fi ce-\u021bi sunt \u0219i eu. Pentru noi tinere\u021bea mor\u021bii e un fleac. \u00centre noi nu exist\u0103 moarte, pentru noi via\u021ba e via\u021b\u0103. Hai, un s\u0103rut de noapte bun\u0103 \u0219i unul de bun\u0103 diminea\u021ba. La pr\u00e2nz po\u021bi s\u0103-mi spui cum vrei tu. Pot fi oricine \u00ee\u021bi dore\u0219ti s\u0103 fiu. L\u00e2ng\u0103 tine sunt mereu alta, fiindc\u0103 \u00eemi doresc s\u0103 fiu mai bun\u0103 cu fiecare zi ce trece.<\/p>\n

L\u00e2ng\u0103 tine am avut curaj s\u0103 fiu, l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine sunt \u0219i \u00eemi doresc s\u0103 fiu \u00een continuare. L\u00e2ng\u0103 tine e\u00a0 ca-n Palma de Mallorca.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

[fragmente] de Eva P\u0103duraru Din plin, dar prea pu\u021bin- XIII.I.MMXXII Era \u00eentotdeauna un drum dureros. \u00cen timp ce mergeam, totul m\u0103 f\u0103cea s\u0103 m\u0103 crispez. Aerul \u00eemi provoca durere, lumina, fiecare detaliu al acestei lumi pare strident \u0219i ostil. O.M. Trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b s\u0103 a\u0219tept. Ce anume sau mai degrab\u0103 pe cine? Trebuie s\u0103 a\u0219tept […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1705,15],"tags":[1706,1709,875,1115],"class_list":["post-15245","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-81","category-proza","tag-egophobia-81","tag-eva-paduraru","tag-fragment-de-roman","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6DakB-jurnal","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15245","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15245"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15245\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15246,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15245\/revisions\/15246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15245"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15245"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15245"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}