{"id":9877,"date":"2013-06-30T12:28:21","date_gmt":"2013-06-30T10:28:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9877"},"modified":"2013-08-08T17:38:11","modified_gmt":"2013-08-08T15:38:11","slug":"la-sombra-umbra","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9877","title":{"rendered":"La Sombra \/ Umbra"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"right\">de Steven Cottingham<br \/>\ntraducere de Cristina Baciu [masterand\u0103 MTTLC]<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9873\">click here<\/a> for the English version \/  <a href=\"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9875\">cliquez<\/a> ici pour la version fran\u00e7aise<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=justify>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nDup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci \u0219i nou\u0103 de ani de c\u0103snicie, Beto ura s\u0103 se uite la m\u00e2inile so\u021biei sale. \u00cel dezgustau, b\u0103d\u0103rane \u0219i cu b\u0103t\u0103turi cum erau. \u00ce\u0219i amintea de o vreme, \u00eenainte de venirea copiilor, \u00eenainte de s\u00e2nge, \u00eenainte de ur\u00e2\u021benie \u2013 o vreme c\u00e2nd Isela era cea mai frumoas\u0103 femeie pe care o v\u0103zuse vreodat\u0103. \u00cen astfel de momente, ochii ei \u00ee\u0219i dansau dansul negru, chem\u00e2ndu-l la o rund\u0103 de str\u00e2ns al coapselor pe ritm de cumbia, promisiunea unei nop\u021bi lungi printr-un simplu clipit. Iar el o iubea cu \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rare \u2013 cum ar trebui s\u0103 fac\u0103 orice b\u0103rbat \u2013 \u0219i \u00eei \u0219optea, \u201cTe amo, mi querida,\u201d, iar ea adormea \u00een bra\u021bele lui. Pe vremea aceea, \u00eei pl\u0103cea la nebunie s\u0103-i \u021bin\u0103 m\u00e2inile \u00een ale lui; acum nici nu mai suporta s\u0103 le vad\u0103.<!--more--><br \/>\nBeto b\u00e2jb\u00e2i p\u00e2n\u0103 la buc\u0103t\u0103rie p\u00e2n\u0103 g\u0103si \u00eentrerup\u0103torul. \u00centrerup\u0103torul din buc\u0103t\u0103rie \u00eel enerva mereu. Era pus dup\u0103 frigider \u0219i, de\u0219i tr\u0103iau \u00een aceea\u0219i cas\u0103 de mai bine de dou\u0103zeci de ani, niciodat\u0103 nu reu\u0219ise s\u0103-i dea de cap. St\u00e2nd la m\u0103su\u021ba din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, Beto lu\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 un m\u0103r. Se uit\u0103 la ceas \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du seama c\u0103 era mai devreme dec\u00e2t crezuse. De obicei se trezea pe la 5.30 sau 6.00, dar acum ceasul ar\u0103ta 3.10. \u00centorc\u00e2nd m\u0103rul pe o parte \u0219i pe alta, Beto se \u00eentinse dup\u0103 cu\u021bit \u0219i, distrat, dar cu \u00eendem\u00e2nare, ca un artist pict\u00e2nd pe o p\u00e2nz\u0103, cur\u0103\u021b\u0103 m\u0103rul de coaj\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 nu r\u0103mase dec\u00e2t o spiral\u0103 lung\u0103 pe mas\u0103. Beto puse m\u0103rul jos \u0219i lu\u0103 coaja, netezind-o \u00eentre degete\u0219i \u00ee\u0219i aminti.<br \/>\nEra \u00eenceput de august \u0219i prea cald, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i pentru Monrovia. Prin u\u0219a din spate venea o mireasm\u0103 de citrice adus\u0103 de v\u00e2nt de la l\u0103m\u00e2ii \u0219i portocalii din fundul gr\u0103dinii, asemeni c\u00e2ntecului de leag\u0103n fredonat de o mam\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103. Beto \u00eei auzea pe copii preg\u0103tind pi\u00f1ata pentru petrecerea de serbare a trei ani a lui Carlitos. Micul lui Carlitos: exact ca el, dar frumos ca mama lui. Beto se duse la fereastr\u0103 \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i v\u0103zu fiul t\u0103v\u0103lindu-se prin iarb\u0103 cu cadoul primit; un nou c\u0103\u021belu\u0219. Isela se certase serios cu Beto pe tema asta, dar Beto refuz\u0103 s\u0103 cedeze, \u201eProst\u0103nac \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat ce e\u0219ti,\u201d \u00eel lovi Isela cu vorbele ei t\u0103ioase, dar el \u00eei \u00eentoarse doar un z\u00e2mbet. \u201e\u00cenc\u0103 un lucru de care s\u0103 am eu grij\u0103. Al\u021bi \u0219ase copii, \u0219i pe \u0103sta te-ai decis s\u0103-l cre\u0219ti.\u201d Beto \u00eei cuprinse talia \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103 o ridice prin buc\u0103t\u0103rie. C\u00e2nd o l\u0103s\u0103 \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it jos, \u00eencepu s\u0103-i s\u0103rute g\u00e2tul, ignor\u00e2ndu-i \u021bipetele. Isela \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenclin\u0103 agil\u0103 capul.<br \/>\n\u201eA\u0219a, deci sunt \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat?\u201d morm\u0103i Beto \u00een mijlocul neoprindu-se din s\u0103rutat.<br \/>\n\u201e\u00cenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nat \u0219i tare ca piatra,\u201d \u0219opti Isela plimb\u00e2ndu-\u0219i m\u00e2na \u00eentre picioarele lui. Beto \u00eei acoperi m\u00e2na moale cu a lui pentru a o ghida unde voia el. \u201eDe data asta nu, iubitule. E r\u00e2ndul meu,\u201d spuse Isela dezlipindu-se de Beto \u0219i conduc\u00e2ndu-l spre dormitor.<br \/>\n\u201eBine,\u201d d\u0103du Beto din umeri, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd \u00eentreb\u0103tor cu palmele \u00een aer \u0219i, \u00eenainte ca Isela s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103, Beto continu\u0103, \u201edar Carlitos p\u0103streaz\u0103 c\u00e2inele.\u201d<br \/>\nBeto privea afar\u0103 la Carlitos \u00een costumul lui albastru \u2013 cel cu pantaloni scur\u021bi \u0219i papion. Din p\u0103r i se iveau fire de iarb\u0103, iar genunchii \u0219i coatele \u00eei erau acoperite de pete verzi \u00eenchise. Veniser\u0103 to\u021bi verii; micul Raymundo \u0219i Triana. \u0218i verii mai mari, Mauricio \u0219i Chango.<br \/>\nRoberto, fiul mai mare al lui Beto, \u00eencerca s\u0103 treac\u0103 sfoara care \u021binea pi\u00f1ata peste acoperi\u0219 astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t copiii s\u0103 ajung\u0103 cu greu la p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 \u0219i pentru a-i momi apoi pe ace\u0219tia cu \u0219uvoiul de dulciuri curg\u0103toare. Beto arunc\u0103 o privire afar\u0103 \u0219i o v\u0103zu pe Isela ridic\u00e2ndu-l pe Carlitos \u0219i cur\u0103\u021b\u00e2ndu-l. \u00cel mustr\u0103 pentru petele de pe genunchi, dar Carlitos nu f\u0103cu dec\u00e2t s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 fug\u0103 \u00eenapoi. Beto se uit\u0103 la fiii lui mai mari, Roberto \u0219i Mikey, acum \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 de 17 \u0219i 15 ani, \u0219i fu cople\u0219it de m\u00e2ndrie. M\u00e2ndria pe care o sim\u021bea pentru copiii lui \u00een acel moment \u00eei umplu \u00eentr-at\u00e2t inima c\u0103 avea impresia c\u0103 o s\u0103 explodeze.<br \/>\n\u201eGata, Carlitos? Love\u0219te!\u201d strig\u0103 Mikey al lui.<br \/>\nCarlitos balans\u0103 b\u00e2ta masiv\u0103 de baseball \u00een direc\u021bia p\u0103pu\u0219ii, dar greutatea b\u00e2tei \u00eel f\u0103cu pe copilul de trei ani s\u0103-\u0219i piard\u0103 echilibrul. Beto urm\u0103ri cum b\u0103ie\u021belul, hot\u0103r\u00e2t, \u00eencerca s\u0103 revin\u0103 \u00een pozi\u021bia ini\u021bial\u0103. O adiere u\u0219oar\u0103 de v\u00e2nt trecu prin p\u0103rul lui Carlitos, d\u00e2ndu-i-l din fa\u021b\u0103. Beto vedea t\u0103ria din ochii fiului s\u0103u \u0219i se g\u00e2ndi, e ca mine.<br \/>\n\u201eQuiero dulciuri!\u201d \u021bip\u0103 Carlitos \u00een timp ce balansa b\u00e2ta, lovind piciorul galben al p\u0103pu\u0219ii.<br \/>\n\u201eE r\u00e2ndul celorlal\u021bi, Carlitos,\u201d \u00eei spuse Mikey.<br \/>\n\u201eNo! Es mio! Mio, mio, mio!\u201d<br \/>\nBeto \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du seama c\u0103 avea s\u0103 urmeze o criz\u0103 de pl\u00e2ns, a\u0219a c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i apuc\u0103 fiul cel mai mic pe sus p\u00e2n\u0103 copilul \u00eencepu s\u0103 chicoteasc\u0103. Apoi zise, \u201eVamonos, mijo. Hai cu mine. O s\u0103-\u021bi vin\u0103 \u0219i \u021bie r\u00e2ndul imediat.\u201d<br \/>\nCarlitos se \u00eencrunt\u0103 la tat\u0103l lui, dar, chiar dac\u0103 avea doar trei ani, \u0219tia c\u0103 nu era bine s\u0103 \u00eel contrazic\u0103. Se uitar\u0103 la copiii mai mici balans\u00e2nd b\u00e2ta c\u0103tre p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 \u0219i rat\u00e2nd \u0219i rat\u00e2nd din nou. Copiii mai mari \u00ee\u0219i pierdeau r\u0103bdarea, iar Willie de peste drum scoase baticul din buzunar \u0219i \u0219i-l leg\u0103 la ochi.<br \/>\n\u201eR\u00e2ndul meu!\u201d \u021bip\u0103 el.<br \/>\nCoco\u021bat \u00een v\u00e2rful acoperi\u0219ului, Roberto r\u00e2se. \u201eD\u0103-i drumul, penejo! N-o s\u0103 reu\u0219e\u0219ti c\u00e2t sunt aici sus!\u201d<br \/>\nWillie se pozi\u021bion\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba pinatei. Ar\u0103ta ca un juc\u0103tor profesionist de baseball \u2013 cu fundul scos \u00een afar\u0103 \u0219i b\u00e2ta aproape de urechea dreapt\u0103. \u201eS\u0103 te v\u0103d, b\u0103i. Sunt gata!\u201d<br \/>\nIsela \u0219i sora ei, Rosa, se \u00eendreptar\u0103 spre Willie. Isela spuse, \u201eUn momento, tonto.\u201d Rosa \u00eel roti p\u00e2n\u0103 Willie nu mai \u0219tia unde se afl\u0103 pe peluza verde.<br \/>\nA\u0219tept\u00e2nd hipnotizat, Carlitos strig\u0103, \u201eLovesc eu!\u201d<br \/>\nBeto r\u00e2se \u0219i \u00eel \u021binu str\u00e2ns l\u00e2ng\u0103 el. \u201e\u00cen c\u00e2teva clipe, mijo. O s\u0103-\u021bi vin\u0103 r\u00e2ndul din nou.\u201d<br \/>\nWillie se pozi\u021bion\u0103 \u0219i balans\u0103 b\u00e2ta viguros, dar nu reu\u0219i s\u0103 loveasc\u0103 dec\u00e2t aerul. Ateriz\u0103 pe jos. \u00cenconjurat de r\u00e2sete, Willie se ridic\u0103 \u0219i d\u0103du cu b\u00e2ta de p\u0103m\u00e2nt de parc\u0103 ar fi fost baza a patra.<br \/>\n\u201eAl meu! Al meu! Al meu! E r\u00e2ndul meu!\u201d insista Carlitos.<br \/>\nCumva, \u00eentr-o clip\u0103 ce p\u0103rea s\u0103 dureze o eternitate, Carlitos reu\u0219i s\u0103 se elibereze de l\u00e2ng\u0103 tat\u0103l s\u0103u chiar c\u00e2nd Willie \u00ee\u0219i balansa b\u00e2ta.<br \/>\nBeto auzi pocnitura surd\u0103 a lemnului la contactul cu pielea de copil.<br \/>\n\u201eE-al meu!\u201d strig\u0103 Willie.<br \/>\n\u201eMijo!\u201d Beto \u0219i Isela urlar\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i timp.<br \/>\nCarlitos z\u0103cea pe peluz\u0103 cu ochiul drept deja at\u00e2t de umflat c\u0103 nu-l mai putea deschide \u0219i o broboan\u0103 de s\u00e2nge preling\u00e2ndu-i-se pe t\u00e2mple.<br \/>\nIsela \u00eel ridic\u0103 \u0219i se leg\u0103na cu el \u00eenainte \u0219i \u00eenapoi, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l str\u00e2ns la piept ca pe un nou-n\u0103scut. \u201eCopila\u0219ul meu, copila\u0219ul meu,\u201d se v\u0103ic\u0103rea ea.<br \/>\nBeto \u00eei vedea clar m\u00e2inile apuc\u00e2nd p\u0103rul lui Carlitos. Firicele de iarb\u0103 se jucau de-a v-a\u021bi ascunselea prin buclele lui. \u00cel \u021binea str\u00e2ns \u0219i gemea ca \u0219i cum b\u00e2ta de baseball i-ar fi lovit p\u00e2ntecul. P\u0103pu\u0219a cu un z\u00e2mbet purpuriu pe fa\u021ba prins\u0103 cu lipici \u0219i cu vini\u0219oare alunec\u0103 u\u0219or. F\u00e2\u0219iile ro\u0219ii, turcoaz, galbene \u0219i verzi zorn\u0103iau de la v\u00e2nt.<br \/>\nBeto nu putea s\u0103-\u0219i ia ochii de la m\u00e2inile so\u021biei lui.<br \/>\nPrivi \u00een jos la coaja lovit\u0103 a m\u0103rului. \u00cel l\u0103s\u0103 pe mas\u0103, ridic\u00e2ndu-\u0219i palmele \u0219i \u00eencepu s\u0103-\u0219i frece ochii, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eendep\u0103rteze amintirile. Auzi un vaiet \u0219i se uit\u0103 \u00een jos. O v\u0103zu pe Sombra bomb\u0103nind pe podeaua din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, aproape de locul \u00een care st\u0103tea Beto. Beto sc\u0103rpin\u0103 c\u00e2inele dup\u0103 urechi \u0219i sim\u021bi familiarul nas al c\u00e2inelui pe m\u00e2n\u0103. Sombra gemu pu\u021bin, de parc\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i amintea \u0219i el,<br \/>\n\u201eQue tienes, perro?\u201d<br \/>\nIsela intr\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Beto \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du seama c\u0103 era \u00eengrijorat\u0103. Cuta de pe frunte o d\u0103dea de gol.<br \/>\n\u201eCe s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat, Roberto? De ce stai aici? Ce-a p\u0103\u021bit Sombra?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201eMi-era foame,\u201d min\u021bi Beto. \u201eCred c\u0103 vrea s\u0103 ias\u0103 afar\u0103.\u201d<br \/>\nIsela \u00ee\u0219i privi so\u021bul cu suspiciune \u0219i deschise u\u0219a din dos. Sombra \u0219edea acolo \u0219i se v\u0103ic\u0103rea \u0219i mai tare.<br \/>\nBeto se uit\u0103 din nou la so\u021bia lui \u0219i o v\u0103zu leg\u0103n\u00e2ndu-se pe peluz\u0103, \u00eenainte \u0219i \u00eenapoi, cu m\u00e2inile acoperite treptat de s\u00e2nge\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Steven Cottingham traducere de Cristina Baciu [masterand\u0103 MTTLC] click here for the English version \/ cliquez ici pour la version fran\u00e7aise &nbsp; &nbsp; Dup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci \u0219i nou\u0103 de ani de c\u0103snicie, Beto ura s\u0103 se uite la m\u00e2inile so\u021biei sale. \u00cel dezgustau, b\u0103d\u0103rane \u0219i cu b\u0103t\u0103turi cum erau. \u00ce\u0219i amintea de o vreme, \u00eenainte [&hellip;]<\/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":[986,393],"tags":[922,1164,403,54,1001,72],"class_list":["post-9877","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-38","category-prozascurta","tag-cristina-baciu","tag-egophobia-38","tag-mttlc","tag-proza-scurta","tag-steven-cottingham","tag-traducere"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-2zj","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9877","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=9877"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9877\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9936,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9877\/revisions\/9936"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9877"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9877"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9877"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}