\u00cen pung\u0103 era o cutie mic\u0103 din lemn, \u00eenchis\u0103 cu o sfoar\u0103 sub\u021bire. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau, dar am desf\u0103cut nodul. \u00cen\u0103untru era o scrisoare, \u00eemp\u0103turit\u0103 de at\u00e2tea ori, \u00eenc\u00e2t p\u0103rea c\u0103 ascunde o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pe prima pagin\u0103 scria simplu: \u201eDac\u0103 cite\u0219ti asta, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai avut r\u0103bdare.\u201d Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge inima. Vocea lui parc\u0103 r\u0103suna din fiecare cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u201eMi-am dat seama prea t\u00e2rziu c\u0103 dragostea noastr\u0103 nu s-a stins, ci doar s-a pierdut printre zile, \u00eentre sup\u0103r\u0103ri \u0219i t\u0103ceri. \u0218tiu c\u0103 am gre\u0219it. Nu \u021bi-am spus niciodat\u0103 c\u0103 am fost diagnosticat\u2026 \u0219i c\u0103 n-am vrut s\u0103 te trag dup\u0103 mine \u00een lupta asta. Nu era drept fa\u021b\u0103 de tine. Am vrut s\u0103 te las liber\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 devin o povar\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am l\u0103sat scrisoarea jos. Lumea s-a oprit. Mi s-au \u00eenmuiat genunchii, iar lacrimile au \u00eenceput s\u0103 curg\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le pot opri. \u00cen cutie mai era o poz\u0103 veche \u2014 noi doi, tineri, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u00een curte, cu fiul nostru mic \u00eentre noi. \u00cen col\u021b, scris cu m\u00e2na lui: \u201eVia\u021ba trece, dar dragostea r\u0103m\u00e2ne.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit o durere ascu\u021bit\u0103, dar \u0219i o pace ciudat\u0103. Ani \u00eentregi am tr\u0103it crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 el m-a p\u0103r\u0103sit. C\u0103 s-a s\u0103turat. Dar adev\u0103rul era c\u0103 m\u0103 iubea prea mult ca s\u0103 m\u0103 lase s\u0103-l v\u0103d sting\u00e2ndu-se.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas mult timp a\u0219a, cu scrisoarea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, privind poza \u0219i ascult\u00e2nd lini\u0219tea. Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, t\u0103cerea nu m\u0103 mai ap\u0103sa \u2014 era cald\u0103, bl\u00e2nd\u0103, plin\u0103 de sens.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, am ie\u0219it \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103 \u0219i am s\u0103dit un m\u0103r. Unul singur. L\u00e2ng\u0103 el am \u00eengropat cutia, \u00eenvelit\u0103 \u00een h\u00e2rtia ei gri. Am vrut ca acolo, sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt, s\u0103 doarm\u0103 nu durerea, ci amintirea.<\/p>\n
Pe o bucat\u0103 mic\u0103 de lemn am scris doar at\u00e2t: \u201ePentru Mihai. Pentru dragostea care nu moare, ci se transform\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
De atunci, \u00een fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103, m\u0103rul \u00eenflore\u0219te primul. \u0218i, de c\u00e2te ori \u00eei simt parfumul, jur c\u0103 aud pa\u0219ii lui venind pe alee, sunetul cheilor \u00een broasc\u0103 \u0219i vocea lui spun\u00e2nd, ca odinioar\u0103: \u201eDeschide, drag\u0103, am adus cafea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dar nu mai pl\u00e2ng. Z\u00e2mbesc<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00cen pung\u0103 era o cutie mic\u0103 din lemn, \u00eenchis\u0103 cu o sfoar\u0103 sub\u021bire. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau, dar am desf\u0103cut nodul. \u00cen\u0103untru era o scrisoare, \u00eemp\u0103turit\u0103 de at\u00e2tea ori, \u00eenc\u00e2t p\u0103rea c\u0103 ascunde o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103. Pe prima pagin\u0103 scria simplu: \u201eDac\u0103 cite\u0219ti asta, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai avut r\u0103bdare.\u201d Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge inima. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11624,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11623","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\/11623","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=11623"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11623\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11625,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11623\/revisions\/11625"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11624"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11623"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11623"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11623"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}