\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\nM-am trezit azi, s\u0103 fi fost diminea\u0163a, ori seara sau la pr\u00e2nz (oricum nu are nici o importan\u0163\u0103) cu trupul u\u015for de parc\u0103 nici nu ar fi fost, la fel \u015fi bra\u0163ele \u015fi picioarele \u015fi totul, parc\u0103 mai pu\u0163in capul, pe care mi-l sim\u0163eam normal sau cel pu\u0163in a\u015fa-l percepeam \u00een acele momente stranii, de ne\u00een\u0163eles.<\/p>\n
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M\u0103 aflam \u00een m\u00e2inile unui t\u00e2n\u0103r frumos, cam \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat, preocupat de ceva anume ce pe moment nu realizam \u015fi care se uita la mine cu o privire din care r\u0103zb\u0103tea candoarea copilului, mila adultului \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 ceva nedeslu\u015fit, da, nedeslu\u015fit, a\u015fa ca o p\u0103rere de r\u0103u, de nostalgie, un ceva inefabil, ca o boare de v\u00e2nt. \u015ei-mi vorbea, \u00eencet, cu vorbe duioase, evoc\u00e2nd ni\u015fte vremuri de mult apuse, printre \u015fuier\u0103turile aspre ca o limb\u0103 de pisic\u0103 a unui v\u00e2nt ce venea de undeva de departe sau de aproape, cu miros de alge \u015fi gust s\u0103rat, de mare.<\/p>\n
\u015ei \u00een acel moment, c\u00e2nd t\u00e2n\u0103rul mi se adresa mi-am dat seama cine sunt.<\/p>\n
Da, eram Yorick, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul bufon sau mai degrab\u0103 numai craniul s\u0103u, iar t\u00e2n\u0103rul ce m\u0103 alinta era, da, v-a\u0163i dat seama, era Hamlet, chiar el \u00een persoan\u0103. \u015ei ne aflam pe marginea unei gropi proasp\u0103t s\u0103pate, \u00een fundul c\u0103reia treb\u0103luia un gropar probabil beat ( cum altfel ar putea fi un gropar !), ce c\u00e2nta pe nas \u015fi scuipa des. \u015ei p\u0103m\u00e2ntul reav\u0103n mirosea at\u00e2t de frumos !<\/p>\n
Ca-ntr-o str\u0103fulgerare mi-am adus aminte de totul, da de totul \u015fi atunci am vrut s\u0103-l previn pe frumosul meu prin\u0163, pe care-l \u0163inusem pe genunchi, cu care m\u0103 jucasem, care m\u0103 tr\u0103sese nu o dat\u0103 de nasul meu boit, de ciucurii c\u0103ciulii mele de bufon, de zurg\u0103l\u0103ii papucilor, de p\u0103r (da\u2019 nu m\u0103 sup\u0103rasem niciodat\u0103, nu, nu puteai, era at\u00e2t de mic \u015fi de frumos, blond, buclat, mirosind a lapte \u015fi a dresuri fine ! ).<\/p>\n
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Da, am vrut s\u0103-l previn, s\u0103-i spun ce s\u0103 fac\u0103 \u015fi ce nu, s\u0103-l previn, dar nu am putut, nu puteam vorbi, nu puteam articula, mandibula mea r\u0103m\u0103sese pe undeva prin fundul gropii \u015fi be\u0163ivul \u0103la de gropar n-o scosese afar\u0103, \u015fi oricum nu mai aveam din\u0163i \u015fi ar fi ie\u015fit un \u015fuierat neinteligibil, peste cel al v\u00e2ntului, ce sufla rece dinspre Elsinore.<\/p>\n
\u015ei-atunci am vrut s\u0103-i vorbesc din priviri, a\u015fa cum f\u0103ceam pe vremuri, de mult, c\u00e2nd ne jucam ascunz\u00e2nd lucruri \u015fi el ghicea unde le-am pus numai urm\u0103rindu-mi privirea, Doamne ce de\u015ftept era \u015fi ce frumos ! Dar nu puteam nici asta, ochii mei pieriser\u0103 de mult, nici nu se mai \u015ftie pe unde erau, poate printre corolele florilor din cimitir, poate \u00een alt\u0103 parte, iar din g\u0103vanele goale se scurgea un nisip fin, alburiu, ce se \u00eempr\u0103\u015ftia prin z\u0103ri \u00een \u015ffichiul v\u00e2ntului rece ce venea din golf.<\/p>\n
\u015ei-atunci am vrut s\u0103-i transmit un g\u00e2nd – dou\u0103, ca s\u0103 priceap\u0103 ce \u015fi cum va fi, a\u015fa cum f\u0103ceam o dat\u0103, cine mai \u015ftie c\u00e2nd, c\u00e2nd l-am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at cum se g\u00e2nde\u015fte ca s\u0103 r\u0103zba\u0163i un labirint, \u00eent\u00e2i unul mai simplu, apoi unul mai greu sau altele \u015fi altele. Dar nici asta nu mi-a reu\u015fit. V\u00e2ntul rece, dinspre Elsinore \u00eemi v\u00e2j\u00e2ia prin \u0163easta goal\u0103 acum, \u0163es\u00e2nd fuioare de nimic.<\/p>\n
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Doamne, ce ciud\u0103 mi-a fost c\u0103 nu l-am putut ajuta !<\/p>\n
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El a dat o lacrim\u0103, ce mi-a picat pe \u0163east\u0103 \u015fi care m-a \u00eenc\u0103lzit enorm, nici nu v\u0103 pute\u0163i da seama c\u00e2t de mult. Apoi m-a pus pe marginea gropii, pe gorganul de p\u0103m\u00e2nt reav\u0103n \u015fi a plecat cu pa\u015fi \u015fov\u0103ielnici s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eent\u00e2mpine soarta.<\/p>\n
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Dup\u0103 o vreme m-am \u00eentors \u015fi eu \u00een lumea mea, unde am continuat s\u0103 r\u00e2d de de\u015fert\u0103ciunea vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n
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de Victor Loghin\u00a0[Rom\u00e2nia] for the English version click\u00a0here \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Alas, poor Yorick !\u00a0 I knew him Horatio: a fellow \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy … Where \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 are your gibes now, your gambols, your songs ? \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0(Hamlet) \u00a0 M-am trezit azi, s\u0103 fi fost diminea\u0163a, ori seara sau la pr\u00e2nz […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"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":[794,393],"tags":[1155,54,395],"class_list":["post-8144","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-33","category-prozascurta","tag-egophobia-33","tag-proza-scurta","tag-victor-loghin"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-27m","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8144","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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=8144"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8144\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8378,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8144\/revisions\/8378"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8144"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8144"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8144"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}