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de Stoian G. Bogdan<\/p>\n
\u00cenc\u0103 din scutece \u00eel auzeam trop\u0103ind sau nechez\u00e2nd
\npe pere\u0163ii cenu\u015fii ai copil\u0103riei mele.
\nAbia pe la patru ani mi s-a ar\u0103tat aevea
\ndup\u0103 un pl\u00e2ns
\ndeasupra unei str\u0103chini pe care mama mi-o tr\u00e2ntise
\n\u00een fa\u0163\u0103. Era fosforescent ca ochii unei fiare \u00een noapte \u015fi
\nde fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eentindeam m\u00e2inile s\u0103-l ating,
\nse topea \u00een var, sau poate doar fugea
\nacolo unde privirea nu mai avea curaj s\u0103 m\u0103 duc\u0103.
\nMai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit am reu\u015fit s\u0103 trec cu pumnii
\nprin u\u015fa de pefeleu a camerei \u0103leia
\n\u015fi s\u0103 ies \u00een lume, nu mai aveam pe nimeni.
\nDar calul mi s-a ar\u0103tat din nou
\nmai verde dec\u00e2t orice ro\u015fu v\u0103zut de un daltonist.
\nLipsise ani lungi- ani de singur\u0103tate, de dorin\u0163e ne\u00eemplinite,
\nde ur\u0103- \u00een care-am devenit un t\u00e2n\u0103r negru
\nca s\u00e2ngele din venele mele. Aveam ceva dintr-un c\u00e2ine
\npreg\u0103tit s\u0103 sf\u00e2\u015fie \u015fi s\u0103 rup\u0103 tot ce i se ive\u015fte \u00een fa\u0163\u0103.
\nI-am auzit mersul de toac\u0103, cum \u00eel apropia, de undeva din spate,
\ndintr-un zid pe care-l sprijineam cufundat \u00een g\u00e2nduri-
\n\u015fi c\u00e2nd m-am \u00eentors, pentr-o clip\u0103 am crezut
\nc\u0103, va \u0163\u00e2\u015fni \u015fi m\u0103 va zdrobi cu copitele.
\nS-a ridicat \u00een dou\u0103 picioare \u015fi o bucat\u0103 mare de tencuial\u0103
\ns-a desprins \u015fi s-a spart de asfalt. Atunci am dat s\u0103-l \u00eencalec
\ndar a zbughit-o ca biciuit. L-am urm\u0103rit p\u00e2n\u0103 la Bucure\u015fti
\npe to\u0163i pere\u0163ii care mi-au ie\u015fit \u00een cale. Acolo, istovit,
\nm-am oprit pe sc\u0103rile facult\u0103\u0163ii de drept \u015fi am r\u0103mas
\ncinci ani, cu g\u00e2ndul c\u0103, \u00eentr-un moment de neaten\u0163ie,
\nvoi reu\u015fi s\u0103-mi arunc \u015faua pe spatele lui. N-am reu\u015fit
\ndec\u00e2t s\u0103 ajung avocat. Imediat m-am \u00eendr\u0103gostit
\nde o femeie care visa s\u0103-\u015fi ofere virginitatea unui prin\u0163
\npe un cal alb. M-am rugat atunci trei zile \u015fi trei nop\u0163i
\nde calul meu verde s\u0103 m\u0103 duc\u0103 \u00een bra\u0163ele ei, spun\u00e2ndu-i c\u0103,
\nnimeni nu poate avea l\u00e2ng\u0103 el persoana potrivit\u0103
\ndar c\u0103 poate s\u0103 o potriveasc\u0103; ori eu nu eram un prin\u0163,
\ndar eram un bun avocat
\n\u015fi el nu era un cal alb, dar m\u0103car era unul de un verde aprins.
\nN-am reu\u015fit nimic nici de data asta. A\u015fa c\u0103 mi-am luat un bemwe
\ncu 300 de cai putere \u015fi-am cucerit-o.
\nN-am rezistat mult l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea. Am l\u0103sat-o \u00een urm\u0103,
\ncu doi copii mici \u015fi c-un sobor de datorii,
\nfugind dup\u0103 calul meu verde,
\nspre locul unde aveam s\u0103-mi distrug via\u0163a.<\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi, c\u00e2nd sunt b\u0103tr\u00e2n, \u015fi-mi dau seama c\u0103
\ntoat\u0103 via\u0163a am alergat dup\u0103 un cal verde,
\n\u00eemi imaginez c\u0103 fix \u00een clipa mor\u0163ii
\nm\u0103 va l\u0103sa s\u0103-l \u00eencalec
\n\u015fi m\u0103 va purta mai \u00eencolo de moarte<\/p>\n
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de Stoian G. Bogdan \u00cenc\u0103 din scutece \u00eel auzeam trop\u0103ind sau nechez\u00e2nd pe pere\u0163ii cenu\u015fii ai copil\u0103riei mele. Abia pe la patru ani mi s-a ar\u0103tat aevea dup\u0103 un pl\u00e2ns deasupra unei str\u0103chini pe care mama mi-o tr\u00e2ntise \u00een fa\u0163\u0103.<\/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":[310,125],"tags":[1131,1129,385],"class_list":["post-1991","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-24","category-invitat","tag-egophobia-24","tag-invitat","tag-stoian-g-bogdan"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6DakB-1991","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1991","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=1991"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1991\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2133,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1991\/revisions\/2133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1991"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1991"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1991"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}