{"id":4904,"date":"2010-06-14T07:54:38","date_gmt":"2010-06-14T05:54:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=4904"},"modified":"2010-06-20T11:22:43","modified_gmt":"2010-06-20T09:22:43","slug":"mogadur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=4904","title":{"rendered":"Mogadur"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Adrian Grauenfels<\/p>\n

De mult, c\u00e2nd eram foarte b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u00a0\u015fi foarte singur c\u0103l\u0103toream cu o ma\u015fina tras\u0103\u00a0de g\u00e2nduri.
\nPedalam printre nori\u00a0\u015fi statui amorfe, prin lagune scufundate\u00a0\u00eentre
\npalmieri prafui\u0163i cu fructe \u00a0galbene, ciugulite de ciori nebune.
\n\u00a0Aerul p\u0103rea zdren\u0163uit, ciufulit,\u00a0\u00eemi intra\u00a0\u00een buzunare ca s\u0103\u00a0
\nias\u0103\u00a0\u015fuier\u00e2nd, s\u0103rat\u00a0\u015fi imposibil de strunit. La cap\u0103tul\u00a0\u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rilor Dona Victoria
\nst\u0103tea aplecat\u0103\u00a0cur\u0103\u0163\u00e2nd maz\u0103re,\u00a0\u015fu\u015fotind cu dona Mercedes despre
\nmoartea mea iminent\u0103. Era o zi cald\u0103, sufocant\u0103, eventaiul de piele de elefant
\nnu prididea s\u0103\u00a0alunge mu\u015ftele s\u0103c\u0103itoare, mari c\u00e2t vi\u0163eii verzi
\ndin iarmaroc. M\u0103\u00a0trezeam mereu\u00a0\u00een\u00a0\u015fuk, cump\u0103r\u00e2nd invizibil de dulci curmale,\u00a0
\nunele m\u0103\u00a0mirau cu structura lemnoas\u0103\u00a0ca arborii de cauciuc de l\u00e2ng\u0103\u00a0mare.
\nUn linx ni se freca de picioare,\u00a0\u00eel chemam \u00a0Mogadur\u00a0dup\u0103
\ncum era Luna galben\u0103\u00a0sau rece. Luam cu mine\u00a0\u00een cort o carte, un pistol cu gloan\u0163e pa\u015fnice
\n\u015fi ceva amintiri. In poze secrete priveam femei, femei cu care m\u0103\u00a0iubisem c\u00e2ndva pe\u00a0
\nb\u0103nci,\u00a0\u00een hotelurile din nori,\u00a0\u00een c\u0103ru\u0163a cu nuci, sub fuste. Aveai pistrui, un tat\u0103
\nbe\u0163iv, ce te b\u0103tea degeaba\u00a0\u015fi tu pl\u00e2ngeai, doar s\u0103\u00a0te iubeasc\u0103\u00a0\u015fi pe tine n\u0103lucile
\ndin step\u0103. Stiai sa cite\u015fti, s\u0103\u00a0faci codi\u0163e\u00a0\u015fi s\u0103\u00a0vorbesti la microfon\u00a0\u00een 13 \u00a0
\nlimbi str\u0103ine dar totul se reducea la un sughi\u0163\u00a0marcat de suspine imperceptibil de slabe
\nc\u00e2t s\u0103\u00a0trezeasc\u0103\u00a0m\u00e2\u0163ele de pe acoperi\u015f\u00a0cu torsul lor secular.\u00a0Mogadur\u00a0alerga dup\u0103
\nele v\u00e2n\u00e2ndu-le, mai\u00a0\u00eencolo ap\u0103rea cu blana lor\u00a0\u00een gur\u0103\u00a0\u015fi r\u0103utate in ochi. E\u015fti ca el!\u00a0\u00eemi ziceai
\ngonindu-l cu privirea t\u0103ioas\u0103\u00a0de samurai obosit. Citeam Kaghemu\u015fa, doream sake cald\u00a0
\nsorbit din ce\u015fcu\u0163e mici, ba mai mult, doream teribil s\u0103\u00a0m\u0103\u00a0pierd\u00a0\u00eentr-o insul\u0103\u00a0plin\u0103\u00a0de sunete
\n\u015fi papagali, s\u0103\u00a0pot cutreiera jungla ud\u0103\u00a0de ploaie tropic\u0103, s\u0103\u00a0dau foc la vreascuri ca s\u0103\u00a0m\u0103
\n\u00eenc\u0103lzesc\u00a0\u00een timp ce te c\u0103utam cu luneta\u00a0\u00een partea ascuns\u0103\u00a0a g\u00e2ndurilor, tu te faceai c\u0103\u00a0nu m\u0103
\nvezi,\u00a0\u00ee\u0163i cre\u015ftea acum un copil\u00a0\u00een burt\u0103\u00a0\u015fi te sim\u0163eai cople\u015fit\u0103\u00a0de alte griji, de spectaculoase mitoze
\ncare te transformau\u00a0\u00eentr-un imens crater de bucurii, de speran\u0163e imaculate, p\u0103\u015feai vesel\u0103
\npe un pod\u00a0\u00eengust de santal str\u0103veziu, bou batr\u00e2n\u00a0\u00eemi ziceai, nu te mai holba la mine,
\ndu-te s\u0103\u00a0mori undeva\u00a0\u00eentre oamenii t\u0103i,\u00a0\u0103ia de construiesc hrube\u00a0\u015fi pendule,
\ncare num\u0103r\u0103\u00a0invers timpul, care nu au tr\u0103it ci doar au lamentat echinoxul..<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

In noaptea aceia mi s-a oprit respira\u0163ia
\nSe deschidea neantul ca o pr\u0103pastie ad\u00e2nc\u0103\u00a0\u015fi primitoare.
\nTreaz, c\u0103utam oglinda\u00a0\u00een care s\u0103\u00a0\u00eemi iau ramas bun de la mine.
\nUite-m\u0103, eu, singur\u00a0\u015fi lucid, totul oprit\u00a0\u00een a\u015fteptare mea.
\nI\u0163i spuneam.. adio logodnica mea ..ce mult am iubit lumina ta feerica..
\n\u00eemi vorbeai\u00a0\u00een somn de fericire,\u00a0m\u0103\u00a0duceai s\u0103\u00a0v\u0103d veveri\u0163e ce ron\u0163\u0103ie alune
\ndar ele rodeau scoar\u0163a mea,\u00a0timpul meu care s-a evaporat ..
\ntu r\u0103mai singur\u0103\u00a0acum,\u00a0uneori o s\u0103\u00a0\u00ee\u0163i aduci aminte de mine
\nde cele mai multe ori nu.<\/p>\n


\n[desen: Uca Maria Iov]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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