de Ana Alicu<\/p>\n
Vorbe\u0219te la telefon \u0219i nimeni nu aude ce zice, vorbe\u0219te la telefon, dar ar putea la fel de bine s\u0103 nu zic\u0103 nimic, probabil de cealalt\u0103 parte a liniei cineva casc\u0103 \u0219i se g\u00e2nde\u0219te la pisica vecinului, pe care a uitat s\u0103 o hr\u0103neasc\u0103 -d\u0103-o dracu de pisic\u0103, poa\u2019 s\u0103 \u0219i crape- sau la reclama nou\u0103 de la o firm\u0103 de ceasuri.<\/p>\n
Vorbe\u0219te \u0219i nu se opre\u0219te, ca \u0219i cum i-ar fi s\u0103rit o chei\u021b\u0103 din mecanismul \u0103sta intercranian, i-a s\u0103rit una \u0219i acum maxilarul \u0219i limba i se tot mi\u0219c\u0103, necontenit.<\/p>\n
Te ui\u021bi la ea cum vorbe\u0219te, dar imediat ce-\u021bi \u00eendrep\u021bi privirea spre altceva fa\u021ba \u00eei dispare, e \u00eenlocuit\u0103 de o pat\u0103 mare \u0219i alb\u0103, l\u0103ptoas\u0103, care \u00eencet \u00eencet \u00eei \u00eenghite toate tr\u0103s\u0103turile, tot corpul, \u00eel \u00eenfulec\u0103 cu poft\u0103, cu col\u021bi de animal, o gur\u0103 mare \u0219i l\u0103ptoas\u0103 molf\u0103ind o umbr\u0103, \u00eenghi\u021bind-o, dar degeaba, c\u0103ci oricum o va detecta altundeva \u0219i nimeni n-o s\u0103 mai \u0219tie diferen\u021ba dintre ea \u0219i acea femeie care vorbe\u0219te la telefon \u00eentr-o camer\u0103 plin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Molf\u0103ie \u0219i ea cuvintele, e doar o gur\u0103 gigantic\u0103 care molf\u0103ie totul \u00een cale \u0219i scoate sunete articulate pe care le ui\u021bi imediat ce le auzi, le scuip\u0103 \u00een difuzor, ca s\u0103 poat\u0103 molf\u0103i \u0219i mai mult\u0103 informa\u021bie, scaunele \u0219i podeaua \u0219i pe ceilal\u021bi oameni, molf\u0103ie via\u021ba din ei \u0219i din telefon.<\/p>\n
Nu e vina ei totu\u0219i, c\u0103ci \u0219i al\u021bii au molf\u0103it din ea, probabil chiar via\u021ba, i-a \u00eenghi\u021bit speran\u021bele \u0219i visurile de dinainte s\u0103 se nasc\u0103, i-a molf\u0103it carnea \u0219i mintea cum o s\u0103 i-o molf\u0103ie \u0219i viermii, sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
S-a n\u0103scut molf\u0103it\u0103 deja, dintr-o femeie care ar\u0103ta probabil indentic\u0103 cu ea de acum, dintr-o femeie la fel de \u0219tears\u0103, care vorbea mult la telefon, \u0219i-i uitai cuvintele imediat ce le spunea, \u0219i vorbea sc\u0103zut \u0219i repede \u0219i-l blestema pe Ceau\u0219escu \u00een g\u00e2nd c\u0103 are frigiderul gol din cauza lui, dar spunea at\u00e2tea lucruri minunate \u0219i u\u0219or de uitat despre el c\u00e2nd era \u00eentrebat\u0103.<\/p>\n
S-a n\u0103scut dintr-o femeie identic\u0103, \u00eentr-un apartament micu\u021b \u0219i gol \u0219i plin \u00een acela\u0219i timp, s\u0103rac \u0219i de aceea acum ea nu sparge nimic \u0219i str\u00e2nge cureaua lun\u0103 de lun\u0103, p\u0103str\u00e2nd totu\u0219i cele 5 oale de ciorb\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i s-a n\u0103scut dintr-o femeie ce abia a\u0219tepta s\u0103 se fac\u0103 joi seara, s\u0103 lase copilul molf\u0103it care urla pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd, \u0219i s\u0103 se ascund\u0103 sub jetul c\u0103ldu\u021b de ap\u0103 de la baie pe care \u00eel pornea la maxim, s\u0103 acopere pl\u00e2nsetele copilului, dar nu copilul pl\u00e2ngea ci pl\u00e2ngea via\u021ba din el, \u00eenchis\u0103 \u00eentr-un trup \u0219i spirit a\u0219a mizere, neputincioase, pl\u00e2ngea \u0219i urla libertatea din el, \u0219tiind c\u0103 va fi consumat\u0103, roas\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la os, de din\u021bii ascu\u021bi\u021bi ce abia \u00eei ie\u0219iser\u0103 copilului. \u0218tiind c\u0103 va fi molf\u0103it, universul urla din el, dorind s\u0103 evadeze, s\u0103 se retrag\u0103 \u00eenapoi \u00een stele. \u0218tiind c\u0103 secund\u0103 de secund\u0103 e devorat \u0219i se tope\u0219te, infinitul devenea gri \u0219i murea, abia mai mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se, secund\u0103 de secund\u0103 buc\u0103\u021bi din el se desprindeau \u0219i c\u0103deau, sp\u0103rg\u00e2ndu-se \u00een cioburi mici \u0219i difuze,\u00a0 cioburi translucide, f\u0103cute din fum \u0219i p\u0103cur\u0103, risipite \u00een aer. Scurg\u00e2ndu-se mai mult \u0219i mai mult, pl\u00e2ngea sufletul \u00een copil c\u0103ci \u0219tia c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 mai fie mult acolo, urla via\u021ba \u0219i lumea prin el, urlau toate fiarele p\u0103m\u00e2ntului, urla cerul \u0219i urlau stelele, \u0219tiind c\u0103 vor fi \u00eenghi\u021bite, se vor topi \u00een suc gastric \u0219i nu va mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne nimic din ele.<\/p>\n
\u0218i n-au mai urlat la un moment dat \u00een el, c\u0103ci copilul a crescut, \u0219i sem\u0103na din ce \u00een ce mai mult cu maic\u0103-sa, mic \u0219i u\u0219or de uitat, gri \u0219i \u0219ters.<\/p>\n
Copilul a crescut \u00een femeie, cump\u0103tat \u0219i modest, \u0219i n-a visat nicic\u00e2nd la mai mult, mereu i-a mul\u021bumit domnului pentru ce are.<\/p>\n
Acum femeia vorbe\u0219te la telefon \u0219i molf\u0103ie cuvintele, molf\u0103ie via\u021ba altora, \u00ee\u0219i molf\u0103ie copiii care au \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 viseze, care nu \u0219i-au \u00eenghi\u021bit \u00eenc\u0103 via\u021ba, \u0219i molf\u0103ie to\u021bi oamenii de acest fel, molf\u0103ie cuvintele din ce \u00een ce mai multe, ca s\u0103-\u0219i am\u00e2ne urm\u0103torul telefon, c\u0103tre mama ei, care \u00eei va reaminti pentru a ce pare o mia oar\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i ia medicamentele \u0219i c\u0103reia \u00eei va promite c\u0103 o va vizita c\u00e2t mai cur\u00e2nd, \u0219tiind c\u0103 batr\u00e2na va uita asta, cum toat\u0103 lumea \u00eei uit\u0103 cuvintele.<\/p>\n
Vorbe\u0219te \u00eencet \u0219i cump\u0103tat la telefon, pentru c\u0103 via\u021ba s-a oprit demult din urlat \u00een ea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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