C\u00e2nd ceasul din buc\u0103t\u0103rie a b\u0103tut miezul nop\u021bii, un v\u00e2nt rece a trecut prin curte, f\u0103c\u00e2nd perdelele s\u0103 se mi\u0219te u\u0219or. Cei din verand\u0103 s-au oprit din vorb\u0103. A fost un moment scurt, dar to\u021bi l-au sim\u021bit.<\/p>\n
Ana s-a ridicat speriat\u0103, \u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-se spre camer\u0103. \u201eCameliu\u021bo, hai, te rog, vino s\u0103 dormi pu\u021bin,\u201d a spus \u00eencet, dar feti\u021ba n-a mi\u0219cat.<\/p>\n
St\u0103tea cu fruntea lipit\u0103 de marginea sicriului, de parc\u0103 ar fi vrut s\u0103 asculte ceva.<\/p>\n
Brusc, o lacrim\u0103 i s-a rostogolit pe obraz, prima din tot priveghiul. Apoi a spus, aproape \u0219optit: \u201eTati, \u021bi-am adus ma\u0219inu\u021ba ta albastr\u0103… s\u0103 nu fii singur.\u201d<\/p>\n
A scos din buzunar o mic\u0103 juc\u0103rie \u0219i a a\u0219ezat-o l\u00e2ng\u0103 m\u00e2inile \u00eempreunate ale tat\u0103lui.<\/p>\n
Ana s-a apropiat, cu ochii \u00een lacrimi. A vrut s-o ia \u00een bra\u021be, dar exact atunci s-a auzit un zgomot u\u0219or, ca un oftat ad\u00e2nc. To\u021bi cei din camer\u0103 s-au \u00eentors spre sicriu.<\/p>\n
Pentru o clip\u0103, nimeni n-a mai respirat. P\u0103rea c\u0103 aerul se oprise.<\/p>\n
\u201eA fost curentul,\u201d a spus cineva repede, dar nimeni nu p\u0103rea convins. Camelia, \u00eens\u0103, z\u00e2mbea.<\/p>\n
\u201eA zis c\u0103 m\u0103 iube\u0219te,\u201d a spus ea lini\u0219tit, privind \u00een sus.<\/p>\n
Ana s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00een genunchi, pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd. Bunica Lucia a f\u0103cut semnul crucii, tremur\u00e2nd. Nimeni nu mai \u00eendr\u0103znea s\u0103 spun\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, Camelia s-a ridicat. Ochii ei, odinioar\u0103 tri\u0219ti, p\u0103reau acum senini, ca \u0219i cum o greutate disp\u0103ruse.<\/p>\n
S-a dus la mama ei \u0219i a \u0219optit: \u201ePutem merge acas\u0103 acum. El doarme.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, lumea vorbea \u00eenc\u0103 despre ce se \u00eent\u00e2mplase. Unii ziceau c\u0103 feti\u021ba visase cu ochii deschi\u0219i, al\u021bii c\u0103 sufletul tat\u0103lui venise s-o lini\u0219teasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar Ana \u0219tia altceva. \u00cen noaptea aceea, c\u00e2nd Camelia s-a \u00eentins \u00een sicriu, ea a v\u0103zut clar \u2014 o lumin\u0103 slab\u0103, ca o str\u0103lucire cald\u0103, acoperind trupul b\u0103rbatului.<\/p>\n
Nu a spus nim\u0103nui. A p\u0103strat totul pentru ea. Doar \u0219i-a luat fata de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a pornit, pas cu pas, c\u0103tre un nou \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n
De atunci, \u00een fiecare duminic\u0103, Camelia merge la cimitir cu o ma\u0219inu\u021b\u0103 mic\u0103 albastr\u0103. O a\u0219az\u0103 pe piatra rece, se a\u0219az\u0103 jos \u0219i poveste\u0219te cu tat\u0103l ei, ca \u0219i cum ar fi acolo.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, uneori, v\u00e2ntul adie u\u0219or, mi\u0219c\u00e2nd iarba, iar ea z\u00e2mbe\u0219te. \u201e\u0218tiu c\u0103 m\u0103 auzi, tati,\u201d spune \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Iar pentru Ana, acel z\u00e2mbet e semnul c\u0103, indiferent c\u00e2t de grea e pierderea, iubirea nu moare niciodat\u0103. Ea doar se schimb\u0103 \u00een ceva ce nu putem vedea, dar sim\u021bim \u00een fiecare clip\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
C\u00e2nd ceasul din buc\u0103t\u0103rie a b\u0103tut miezul nop\u021bii, un v\u00e2nt rece a trecut prin curte, f\u0103c\u00e2nd perdelele s\u0103 se mi\u0219te u\u0219or. Cei din verand\u0103 s-au oprit din vorb\u0103. A fost un moment scurt, dar to\u021bi l-au sim\u021bit. Ana s-a ridicat speriat\u0103, \u00eendrept\u00e2ndu-se spre camer\u0103. \u201eCameliu\u021bo, hai, te rog, vino s\u0103 dormi pu\u021bin,\u201d a spus \u00eencet, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10140,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10139","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10139"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10141,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10139\/revisions\/10141"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10140"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}