{"id":4187,"date":"2010-03-22T08:18:15","date_gmt":"2010-03-22T06:18:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=4187"},"modified":"2010-05-21T17:37:25","modified_gmt":"2010-05-21T15:37:25","slug":"trabucuri-albe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=4187","title":{"rendered":"Trabucuri Albe"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ai t\u0103iat un contur generos \u00een cadrul u\u015fii. Cabina de machiaj devenise mic\u0103 de parc\u0103 ne aflam \u00eentr-o colive cu pere\u0163i de cauciuc. Totul era o formalitate. Lumea \u015ftia acest lucru \u015fi se \u00eentreba de ce, dup\u0103 spectacole, veneai s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi. Singur. C\u00e2t n-ar fi dat unii, s\u0103 \u015ftie ce vorbeam, sau s\u0103 afle\u00a0 secretul acestui ritual ciudat.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Mi-ai aruncat\u00a0o privire piezi\u015f\u0103\u00a0 pe sub spr\u00e2ncenele umbroase \u015fi te-ai a\u015fezat pe scaun. \u015etiam am\u00e2ndoi c\u0103 va urma un sc\u00e2ncet de lemn uscat. Era singura pies\u0103 de mobilier care nu a fost \u00eenlocuit\u0103 dup\u0103 renovare. C\u00e2nt\u0103re\u0163ii de oper\u0103 au supersti\u0163iile lor \u015fi scaunul de machiaj este una dintre ele. Oglinzile\u00a0 mesei te-au aruncat cu un metru \u00een spatele lor. Un creuzet cu trei fe\u0163e, luminat ca un pom de cr\u0103ciun.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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O musc\u0103 lene\u015f\u0103 ie\u015fit\u0103 din hibernare, s-a \u00eenv\u00e2rtit \u00een cercuri prin fa\u0163a fotografiilor vechi de pe pere\u0163i, dup\u0103 care a c\u0103zut obosit\u0103 \u00een borcanul meu de alb. Ai ridicat o spr\u00e2ncean\u0103 a mirare \u015fi \u0163i-am r\u0103spuns cu o mi\u015fcare de um\u0103r. Prin fereastra \u00eentredeschis\u0103 se auzea sunetul strident al unei ambulan\u0163e.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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“\u00cemi aminte\u015fte de o conversa\u0163ie pe care am avut-o cu un muzicolog din Tuva despre khoomei, o form\u0103 de vocalizare preistoric\u0103. Am \u00eencercat \u015fi eu, dar m-am l\u0103sat p\u0103guba\u015f. E ca \u015fi cum ai c\u00e2nta \u00een timp ce faci gargare cu lapte de capr\u0103.\u00a0 Ai nevoie de \u015fapte corzi vocale aranjate-n solz de pe\u015fte ca s\u0103 sco\u0163i subtonalele lor. Ca s\u0103 \u00een\u0163elegi, adaug\u0103 la asta un sunet pitit \u00eentr-un buzunar ascuns al g\u00e2tlejului, scos c\u00e2nd nu te a\u015ftep\u0163i.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 L-am \u00eentrebat cum s-a n\u0103scut khoomei, \u015fi dup\u0103 trei basme, \u015fi alte dou\u0103 teorii despre laringe, muzicologul mi-a m\u0103rturisit c\u0103 nu \u015ftie. \u015etiam c\u0103 minte \u015fi nu vrea s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 adev\u0103rul. \u00cen cele din urm\u0103, dup\u0103 ce m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 jur c\u0103 nu voi spune nim\u0103nui secretul, mi-a\u00a0 povestit c\u0103 un cioban de pe podi\u015furile Mongoliei devenise celebru\u00a0 pentru\u00a0 obiceiul s\u0103u bizar de a c\u00e2nta. Se practica pe vremea aceea ca un fel de psihoterapie sau ritual, nu m\u0103 \u00eentreba pentru cine, \u015fi de ce.\u00a0 Cert este c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi, \u00een timp ce\u00a0 \u00ee\u015fi demonstra talentul cu gura larg deschis\u0103, o musc\u0103 absorbit\u0103 \u00een curentul de aer al vocalizei i-a intrat \u00een g\u00e2t.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u015fa s-a n\u0103scut khoomei.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Po\u0163i s\u0103 crezi una ca asta?\u00a0 Totul este despre vibra\u0163ii, am avut suficient timp s\u0103 meditez asupra acestui lucru. C\u00e2nd \u015ftii c\u0103 mori, \u00eencepi s\u0103 faci exerci\u0163ii de vizualizare imaginativ\u0103 despre suflet, trup, re\u00eencarnare, despre absolut\u2026 Observa\u0163ia dragul meu, autoobserva\u0163ia, devine acut\u0103 \u00een momente de criz\u0103 existen\u0163iala. C\u00e2t timp tr\u0103ie\u015fti nu \u00ee\u0163i dai seama c\u00e2t de adormit\u0103 este condi\u0163ia min\u0163ii omene\u015fti. Introspec\u0163iile ocazionale sunt excursii f\u0103cute de omul “viu” din noi ce apeleaz\u0103 la o memorie generic\u0103.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cum s\u0103 treci pragul pe un asemenea t\u0103r\u00e2m? Fabric\u0103m moartea \u00een cuptoarele imagina\u0163iei! Un tunel, un r\u00e2u misterios, un prag de u\u015f\u0103, toate sunt metafore construite de imagina\u0163ie.\u00a0 Sunt un om care a lucrat toat\u0103 via\u0163a cu sunete \u015fi vibra\u0163ii. Le simt p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een degetul mic de la picior. Cu toate acestea, ajuns aici, \u00een ultimul moment, \u00eemi refuz tenta\u0163ia de a investiga ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ciudat.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103 ocup cu tot felul de prostii, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 fac pe organizatorul lucid, competent \u015fi responsabil – notari, avoca\u0163i, ultima dorin\u0163\u0103, un discurs eroic \u015fi inteligent l\u0103sat posterit\u0103\u0163ii, obsesii\u00a0 narcisiste despre broderii de m\u0103tase, sau calitatea co\u015fciugului. Machiajul, desigur\u2026 dar nu \u00eemi fac probleme pentru c\u0103 ne cunoa\u015ftem de peste treizeci de ani.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Da… Pierdere de timp.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Accept\u0103m moartea ca pe un anotimp sau o n\u0103p\u00e2rlire periodic\u0103. St\u0103m cu picioarele larg deschise \u00een celebrarea vie\u0163ii \u015fi a na\u015fterii, facem filme care \u00eencep cu un spermatozoid ce bate la u\u015f\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd bim-bam-bum, scoate prima arie pe gur\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 nimeni nu a studiat cu seriozitate moartea. Mozart? Da,\u00a0 \u00eens\u0103 c\u00e2\u0163i \u00een\u0163eleg?\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dac\u0103 nu ar exista acest filtru magic ce ne \u0163ine adormi\u0163i, orice not\u0103 din Requiemul s\u0103u ne-ar fi decimat. Fiecare\u00a0 moare \u00een mod diferit. E un proces \u00een care percep\u0163ia \u015fi memoria se \u00eencalec\u0103. Practic, nu murim, ci\u00a0 \u00eencet\u0103m s\u0103 tr\u0103im, cu alte cuvinte, \u00eencet\u0103m s\u0103 percepem c\u0103 via\u0163a continu\u0103. \u015etim am\u00e2ndoi acest lucru, n-are sens s\u0103 \u00eel repet.”\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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“C\u00e2nd ?”, am \u00eentrebat cu o voce sc\u0103zut\u0103.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “Nu \u015ftiu exact, tot ce pot s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i spun este c\u0103 visam. Asta vroiai s\u0103 auzi?\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eram la o recep\u0163ie \u00een Havana, unde trebuia s\u0103 \u0163in un concert.\u00a0 Dintr-un motiv bizar se pare c\u0103 toat\u0103 lumea vorbea \u00een tuvanez\u0103.\u00a0 Fa\u0163\u0103 de alte recep\u0163ii la care am participat, aceasta se deosebea doar prin faptul c\u0103 nimeni nu m\u0103 b\u0103ga \u00een seam\u0103.\u00a0 Un lucru neobi\u015fnuit, care ar fi trebuit s\u0103 \u00eemi trezeasc\u0103 suspiciuni, \u00eens\u0103 aten\u0163ia mi-a fost distras\u0103 de Fidel Castro, care s-a apropiat de mine \u015fi a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00eemi povesteasc\u0103 despre colec\u0163ia lui de trabuce.\u00a0 M-a luat de bra\u0163 \u015fi m-a condus \u00eentr-un humidor gigantic de sticl\u0103 \u00een care, mii de cutii de trabuce erau a\u015fezate precum c\u0103r\u0163ile \u00eentr-o bibliotec\u0103. A scos o cutie de pe un raft \u015fi mi-a \u00eenm\u00e2nat-o cu un gest reveren\u0163ios, spun\u00e2ndu-mi c\u0103 este un cadou\u00a0 \u015fi un omagiu.\u00a0 Pe cutie scria “Fidelio” \u015fi con\u0163inea singurele \u0163ig\u0103ri de foi albe pe care le-am v\u0103zut, sau pe care cred c\u0103 le-am v\u0103zut vreodat\u0103 \u00een via\u0163\u0103…\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu \u015ftiu ce memorie a creat aceast\u0103 scen\u0103. Te fur\u0103 peisajul. Adic\u0103 stau zile \u00eentregi \u015fi m\u0103 concentrez asupra acestui moment important, \u015fi atunci c\u00e2nd \u00een sf\u00e2r\u015fit ajung la por\u0163ile mor\u0163ii, apare acest vis. Moartea nu este un proces instantaneu, \u015fi da, am dat acel concert la Havana.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sala Operei era un laringe uria\u015f. O acustic\u0103 ame\u0163itoare ce f\u0103cea ca fiecare sunet s\u0103 mi\u015fte \u015fi s\u0103 transforme arhitectura s\u0103lii \u00een mii de configura\u0163ii \u00eenl\u0103n\u0163uite de o energie divin\u0103.\u00a0 Ce este interesant, este c\u0103 m\u0103 sim\u0163eam tot at\u00e2t de familiar \u00een acel loc ca \u015fi la Scalla. Nu existau balcoane, toat\u0103 asisten\u0163a plutea \u00een aer, \u00een loje transparente, totul se mi\u015fca u\u015for ca o frunz\u0103 pe ape. Mi-era \u015fi fric\u0103 s\u0103 respir.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cupola era \u00eentunecat\u0103, \u015fi pe dup\u0103 ea se mi\u015fcau plini de curiozitate\u00a0 ni\u015fte ochi sticlo\u015fi. Candelabrele aveau forme de oglinzi parabolice.\u00a0 Staulul orchestrei p\u0103rea p\u0103r\u0103sit, instrumentele muzicale, un fel de plante subacvatice leg\u0103nate periodic de un curent de aer cald. Spre surpriza mea, de pupitrul dirijorului s-a apropiat Fidel, \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00eentr-un halat de baie alb, pe care era brodat cu fire de aur, un laringe.\u00a0 Publicul a anun\u0163at intrarea lui cu un ropot de aplauze \u015fi acest lucru m-a f\u0103cut gelos, pentru c\u0103 nimeni nu observase prezen\u0163a mea.”\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Un zgomot ciudat ne-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 ne \u00eendrept\u0103m simultan privirile spre borcanul de alb. Musca se ridicase din borcan ca un jet propulsat vertical, desen\u00e2nd trei linii cretoase pe oglind\u0103. Apoi sunetul se stinse, \u015fi ea c\u0103zu \u00eenapoi \u00eengreunat\u0103 de culoarea sm\u00e2nt\u00e2noas\u0103.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 “O fi din Mongolia” ai ad\u0103ugat ridic\u00e2ndu-te de pe scaunul ce se destr\u0103m\u0103 pe podeaua inundat\u0103 de motorin\u0103. \u00cen oglinda ei vibrau culori metalice \u015fi imaginea unei loje din care D-zeu arunca rotocoale de fum.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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