Autobuzul ora\u0219ului hurduca prin traficul de dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, iar eu st\u0103team cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 pe burt\u0103, sim\u021bind b\u0103t\u0103ile mici \u0219i ritmate ale bebelu\u0219ului care cre\u0219tea \u00een mine.<\/p>\n
Eram \u00een luna a \u0219aptea. Obosit\u0103, dar bucuroas\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere, deja \u00eemi imaginam via\u021ba care ne a\u0219tepta. C\u00e2nd o b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 s-a urcat \u00een autobuz, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u0219i po\u0219eta \u0219i c\u0103ut\u00e2nd un loc printre r\u00e2ndurile \u00eenghesuite, m-am ridicat imediat \u0219i i-am oferit locul meu.<\/p>\n
S-a oprit o clip\u0103, surprins\u0103, apoi mi-a z\u00e2mbit cu recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 se a\u0219eze. Nu am mai stat pe g\u00e2nduri \u2014 era doar un gest mic, obi\u0219nuit, \u00eentr-o zi lung\u0103. Dar nu aveam nici cea mai vag\u0103 idee c\u0103 avea s\u0103 devin\u0103 ceva de neuitat.<\/p>\n
Tot drumul, sim\u021beam din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd privirea ei asupra mea. Nu era judecat\u0103, ci o fel de tandre\u021be, ca \u0219i cum prezen\u021ba mea \u00eei trezea o amintire veche. C\u00e2nd autobuzul a \u00eencetinit \u00een sta\u021bia ei, \u0219i-a str\u00e2ns lucrurile cu grij\u0103. Chiar \u00eenainte s\u0103 coboare, s-a aplecat spre mine \u0219i a strecurat ceva \u00een buzunarul hainei mele.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai grij\u0103 de tine, draga mea, a murmurat ea, iar u\u0219ile s-au \u00eenchis \u00een urma ei, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 nedumerit\u0103 \u0219i curioas\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am b\u0103gat \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it m\u00e2na \u00een buzunar, degetele mele au atins ceva neted \u0219i rece \u2014 un medalion mic, vechi.<\/p>\n
L-am deschis cu grij\u0103. \u00cen\u0103untru era o fotografie \u0219tears\u0103, cu o femeie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 \u021bin\u00e2nd un bebelu\u0219 \u00een bra\u021be, iar \u00een spatele ei era ascuns un bilet minuscul, scris de m\u00e2n\u0103: \u201eMul\u021bumesc. Cu ani \u00een urm\u0103, cineva mi-a cedat mie locul c\u00e2nd purtam copilul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ochii mi s-au umplut de lacrimi \u00een timp ce m\u0103 uitam la medalion, sim\u021bind cum mi se pune un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. Nu \u00eei \u0219tiam povestea, dar parc\u0103 o sim\u021beam \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului \u2014 de parc\u0103 bun\u0103tatea ei, de odinioar\u0103, s-ar fi \u00eentors cumva \u00eenapoi, peste ani, ca s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 pe mine.<\/p>\n
\u00cen timp ce autobuzul \u00ee\u0219i continua drumul, am r\u0103mas acolo cu medalionul \u00een palm\u0103, realiz\u00e2nd c\u0103 bun\u0103tatea nu dispare niciodat\u0103; doar \u00ee\u0219i caut\u0103 alte inimi \u00een care s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103. \u00cen ziua aceea, mi-am f\u0103cut o promisiune \u00een g\u00e2nd: s\u0103 duc mai departe lumina aceea, cu gesturi mici, omene\u0219ti, ori de c\u00e2te ori voi putea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Autobuzul ora\u0219ului hurduca prin traficul de dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 t\u00e2rzie, iar eu st\u0103team cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 pe burt\u0103, sim\u021bind b\u0103t\u0103ile mici \u0219i ritmate ale bebelu\u0219ului care cre\u0219tea \u00een mine. Eram \u00een luna a \u0219aptea. Obosit\u0103, dar bucuroas\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere, deja \u00eemi imaginam via\u021ba care ne a\u0219tepta. C\u00e2nd o b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 s-a urcat \u00een autobuz, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-\u0219i po\u0219eta \u0219i c\u0103ut\u00e2nd […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12067,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12066","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\/12066","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=12066"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12066\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12068,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12066\/revisions\/12068"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12067"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12066"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12066"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12066"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}