de Ofelia Prodan<\/p>\n
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\nm-am a\u015fezat pe o gr\u0103m\u0103joar\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. st\u0103team cu capul \u00een jos \u015fi scurmam \u00een ea. am prins imediat c\u00e2teva r\u00e2me. le-am b\u0103gat \u00eentr-un borcan \u015fi m-am dus s\u0103 dau la pe\u015fte. m-am a\u015fezat pe o gr\u0103m\u0103joar\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. am pus r\u00e2ma \u00een c\u00e2rlig \u015fi-am aruncat undi\u0163a h\u0103t-departe. c\u00e2nd a mi\u015fcat prima oar\u0103 mi s-a oprit inima \u00een piept de bucurie. era o mrean\u0103. tot deschidea \u015fi \u00eenchidea gura. m\u0103 uitam atent \u00een\u0103untru, clipoceam din ochi, m\u0103 tot minunam \u015fi uite-a\u015fa m-am trezit \u00een p\u00e2ntecele ei.
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\neram copil \u015fi nu-mi pl\u0103cea s\u0103 m\u0103 culc devreme. se ruga mama de mine, \u00eemi promitea toate juc\u0103riile pe care le visam doar doar s\u0103 intru sub plapum\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eenchid ochii \u015fi s\u0103 adorm u\u015for. \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 n-am mai rezistat. am \u00eenghi\u0163it dou\u0103 linguri\u0163e de zah\u0103r \u015fi-am tulit-o din cas\u0103. mergeam aiurea pe str\u0103zi \u015fi tare \u00eemi pl\u0103cea s\u0103 privesc ferestrele luminate \u015fi stelele c\u0103z\u0103toare. deodat\u0103 am v\u0103zut una uria\u015f\u0103 cobor\u00e2nd \u00een mare vitez\u0103 chiar spre mine. m-am a\u015fezat \u00een dreptul ei cu m\u00e2inile \u015fi picioarele larg desf\u0103cute \u015fi a\u015fteptam. am prins-o la timp. era foarte frumoas\u0103 str\u0103lucitoare, te orbea lumina ei. era a mea \u015fi numai a mea. \u00een seara aceea mama nu m-a primit \u00een cas\u0103, \u00een seara aceea i-am povestit stelei c\u0103z\u0103toare c\u00e2t de greu este s\u0103 adormi, c\u00e2nd pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt nop\u0163ile sunt at\u00e2t de minunate \u015fi oric\u00e2nd se poate \u00eent\u00e2mpla ceva.<\/p>\n
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\neram \u00een al doilea r\u0103zboi mondial. trecuser\u0103 sute de ani \u015fi nu se mai sf\u00e2r\u015fea. avioanele bombardaser\u0103 hiroshima de mii de ori, \u00eens\u0103 japonezii se regenerau uluitor de repede. \u00eentr-una din mult prea scurtele mele nop\u0163i de permisie, beam sake cu o ghei\u015f\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103. uit\u0103-te pe fereastr\u0103, mi-a susurat ghei\u015fa la ureche, c\u00e2nd m-am aplecat mai aproape dec\u00e2t ar fi trebuit de ea. m\u0103 uit \u015fi nu v\u0103d dec\u00e2t o gr\u0103din\u0103 cu bonsai, trandafiri japonezi, pietricele interesant colorate \u015fi arbori de ghimbir. tr\u0103d\u0103torul fierbe la foc mic, \u00eemi \u015fopti ghei\u015fa din nou, dar acum spune-mi unde vrei s\u0103 te ating. m-am dezbr\u0103cat \u015fi i-am ar\u0103tat c\u0103lc\u00e2iul. aveam o b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103 ur\u00e2t\u0103. ghei\u015fa se aplec\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi umezi buzele \u015fi \u00eemi s\u0103rut\u0103 c\u0103lc\u00e2iul. nu \u015ftiu cum s-a terminat noaptea aceea, dar cu fiecare bomb\u0103 atomic\u0103 aruncat\u0103 din avionul meu, b\u0103t\u0103tura \u00eemi cre\u015ftea ca o armur\u0103 \u00eenvelindu-mi cumplit de dureros tot corpul.<\/p>\n
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\nfiind incredibil de b\u0103tr\u00e2n, generalul vedea cu greu apusul soarelui. \u00ee\u015fi puse monoclu ochelari, \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cu opera\u0163ie cu laser, \u00een zadar toate. generalul \u00eencepu s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u015fitul vie\u0163ii nu se va mai bucura vreodat\u0103 de un apus superb de soare. se culca din ce \u00een ce mai trist. se trezea din ce \u00een ce mai sup\u0103rat. p\u00e2n\u0103-ntr-o zi, c\u00e2nd deschiz\u00e2nd ochii somnoros toate \u00eei ap\u0103rur\u0103 \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 at\u00e2t de clar\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t la \u00eenceput crezu c\u0103 s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat o minune \u015fi-i mul\u0163umi Domnului. vru s\u0103 se ridice din pat, dar trupul \u00eei era greu rece \u015fi imobil. se g\u00e2ndi cu groaz\u0103 c\u0103 e mort. dar \u00eencet \u00eencet se obi\u015fnui \u015fi spre sear\u0103 privi mul\u0163umit cel mai frumos apus de soare din prima zi a mor\u0163ii sale nea\u015fteptate.<\/p>\n
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\n\u00eentr-un or\u0103\u015fel locuia un copil. \u015fi nu era unul oarecare. trecuse cam un secol \u015fi jum\u0103tate \u015fi acest copil nu crescuse deloc. toat\u0103 ziua b\u0103tea mingea, se urca prin copaci, fura flori din cimitir \u015fi se sim\u0163ea fericit. c\u00e2nd au venit cei doi englezoi, el un domn spilcuit \u015fi ea o madam\u0103 pe m\u0103sur\u0103, \u00eel trecu un fior de spaim\u0103. uitase cum e s\u0103 ai p\u0103rin\u0163i. dar plec\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 cu ei, privind cu jind \u00een urm\u0103 la maidanul pe care b\u0103tea mingea. era at\u00e2t de trist. \u015fi pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce se \u00eentrista, \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nea. c\u00e2nd ajunse cu noii lui p\u0103rin\u0163i la Londra, era un mo\u015fnegu\u0163 chelios cu o barb\u0103 rar\u0103 sur\u00e2z\u00e2nd ghidu\u015f de parc\u0103 chiar atunci furase bomboane dintr-un magazin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
de Ofelia Prodan *** m-am a\u015fezat pe o gr\u0103m\u0103joar\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. st\u0103team cu capul \u00een jos \u015fi scurmam \u00een ea. am prins imediat c\u00e2teva r\u00e2me. le-am b\u0103gat \u00eentr-un borcan \u015fi m-am dus s\u0103 dau la pe\u015fte. m-am a\u015fezat pe o gr\u0103m\u0103joar\u0103 de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. am pus r\u00e2ma \u00een c\u00e2rlig \u015fi-am aruncat undi\u0163a h\u0103t-departe. c\u00e2nd a mi\u015fcat […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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":[7,13],"tags":[9,86,1114],"class_list":["post-351","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-7","category-poezie","tag-egophobia-22","tag-ofelia-prodan","tag-poezie"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-5F","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/351","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=351"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/351\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":612,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/351\/revisions\/612"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=351"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=351"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=351"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}