Timp de c\u00e2teva clipe, nimeni nu a scos un sunet. Se auzea doar fo\u0219netul frunzelor \u0219i respira\u021bia grea a celor aduna\u021bi. B\u0103rbatul, vizibil emo\u021bionat, \u0219i-a trecut m\u00e2na peste fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i a spus cu o voce tremurat\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu am venit s\u0103 bat joc de el… am venit s\u0103-i \u00eendeplinesc ultima dorin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Lumea s-a oprit \u00een loc. Cineva a l\u0103sat florile s\u0103-i cad\u0103 din m\u00e2n\u0103, iar o b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 a \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cenainte s\u0103 moar\u0103, a spus c\u0103 nu vrea lacrimi la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, a continuat b\u0103rbatul. A zis c\u0103 a avut destule \u00een via\u021b\u0103. Mi-a cerut s\u0103 c\u00e2nt melodia asta, s\u0103 le aminteasc\u0103 tuturor c\u0103 a fost un om vesel, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd via\u021ba i-a fost grea.<\/p>\n
Din mul\u021bime s-a auzit un suspin. O femeie, probabil so\u021bia lui, s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it \u00een genunchi, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd la piept o poz\u0103 cu el. To\u021bi \u0219i-au dat seama atunci c\u0103 dansul acela nu fusese un gest de nebunie, ci un ultim omagiu.<\/p>\n
Un prieten din copil\u0103rie s-a apropiat de b\u0103rbatul cu microfonul \u0219i l-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at str\u00e2ns.
\u2014 \u021ai-a spus \u0219i \u021bie, nu-i a\u0219a? C\u0103 vrea s\u0103-l conducem cu z\u00e2mbetul pe buze…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Da, a r\u0103spuns cel\u0103lalt printre lacrimi. Mi-a zis c\u0103, dac\u0103 pl\u00e2ngem, o s\u0103 se supere. C\u0103 vrea s\u0103-l \u021binem minte cum r\u00e2dea, nu cum suferea.<\/p>\n
Atunci, \u00een mijlocul cimitirului, s-a l\u0103sat o t\u0103cere ciudat\u0103. Dar nu mai era o t\u0103cere ap\u0103s\u0103toare. Era o lini\u0219te cald\u0103, plin\u0103 de respect. Cineva a pornit din nou melodia, dar de data asta oamenii n-au mai fost speria\u021bi. Unii au b\u0103tut ritmul din palme, al\u021bii au fredonat \u00eencet, iar pe fe\u021bele lor s-au amestecat lacrimile cu z\u00e2mbetele.<\/p>\n
Femeia care pl\u00e2nsese p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci s-a ridicat \u0219i a spus:
\u2014 A\u0219a ar fi vrut el. Nu triste\u021be. Bucurie.<\/p>\n
Apoi s-a apropiat de sicriu \u0219i a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat lemnul rece, \u0219optind:
\u2014 Drum bun, om bun… ai reu\u0219it \u0219i acum s\u0103 ne faci s\u0103 r\u00e2dem prin lacrimi.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 ce totul s-a terminat, oamenii au plecat pe r\u00e2nd, mai lini\u0219ti\u021bi. Nimeni nu mai vorbea despre \u201elips\u0103 de respect\u201d. To\u021bi povesteau despre curajul de a \u00eenfrunta moartea cu un z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul cu microfonul a r\u0103mas ultimul. A a\u0219ezat un trandafir ro\u0219u pe sicriu \u0219i a murmurat:
\u2014 \u021ai-ai \u021binut promisiunea, frate. Acum e r\u00e2ndul meu s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc cum m-ai \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat: din plin.<\/p>\n
Apoi a pornit \u00eencet spre poarta cimitirului. \u00cen spatele lui, boxele mai redau \u00eenc\u0103 ecoul melodiei vesele, care se amesteca cu c\u00e2ntecul p\u0103s\u0103rilor.<\/p>\n
\u0218i poate c\u0103 undeva, sus, cel plecat z\u00e2mbea, mul\u021bumit c\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i desp\u0103r\u021birea lui a adus un strop de lumin\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi gri.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Timp de c\u00e2teva clipe, nimeni nu a scos un sunet. Se auzea doar fo\u0219netul frunzelor \u0219i respira\u021bia grea a celor aduna\u021bi. B\u0103rbatul, vizibil emo\u021bionat, \u0219i-a trecut m\u00e2na peste fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i a spus cu o voce tremurat\u0103: \u2014 Nu am venit s\u0103 bat joc de el… am venit s\u0103-i \u00eendeplinesc ultima dorin\u021b\u0103. Lumea s-a oprit \u00een […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10626,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10625","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\/10625","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=10625"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10625\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10627,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10625\/revisions\/10627"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10626"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10625"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10625"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10625"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}