Nu-mi mai amintesc exact cum am ajuns acolo.<\/p>\n
Doar \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u00eentr-o s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 rece, m-am trezit st\u00e2nd \u00een fa\u021ba unei cl\u0103diri vechi, cu pere\u021bi din c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 \u0219i afi\u0219e pictate de m\u00e2n\u0103. Pe unul scria: „Expozi\u021bie: Copii Nev\u0103zu\u021bi”<\/strong>. Apoi am v\u0103zut un tablou care m-a oprit \u00een loc. Un ghimpe mi-a str\u0103puns sufletul. Era el. F\u0103r\u0103 nicio \u00eendoial\u0103. B\u0103iatul pe care \u00eel l\u0103sasem. Am vrut s\u0103 spun ceva. S\u0103-mi cer iertare. S\u0103 explic. Dar ce explica\u021bie poate justifica abandonul? Apoi mi-a \u00eentins un mic tablou. Nu-mi mai amintesc exact cum am ajuns acolo. Doar \u0219tiu c\u0103 \u00eentr-o s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 rece, m-am trezit st\u00e2nd \u00een fa\u021ba unei cl\u0103diri vechi, cu pere\u021bi din c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 \u0219i afi\u0219e pictate de m\u00e2n\u0103. Pe unul scria: „Expozi\u021bie: Copii Nev\u0103zu\u021bi”.Am intrat, cu inima grea \u0219i palmele transpirate. Pere\u021bii erau plini de tablouri. Culori intense, umbre ad\u00e2nci, chipuri pe […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1464,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1463","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\/1463","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=1463"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1463\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1466,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1463\/revisions\/1466"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1464"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1463"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Am intrat, cu inima grea \u0219i palmele transpirate. Pere\u021bii erau plini de tablouri. Culori intense, umbre ad\u00e2nci, chipuri pe jum\u0103tate \u0219terse, de parc\u0103 pictorul ar fi vrut s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva \u0219i s\u0103 se ascund\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i timp.<\/p>\n
Un b\u0103rbat cu spatele \u00eentors, \u021bin\u00e2nd un b\u0103ie\u021bel de m\u00e2n\u0103. B\u0103iatul avea ochii mari, goi, dar \u00een col\u021bul gurii \u2014 un z\u00e2mbet vag, ca o promisiune nespus\u0103.
Sub el, o pl\u0103cu\u021b\u0103 mic\u0103:
\u201eUltima oar\u0103 c\u00e2nd am crezut c\u0103 sunt iubit.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
\u2014 L-a pictat c\u00e2nd avea 13 ani, spuse o voce \u00een spatele meu.
M-am \u00eentors. Un b\u0103rbat t\u00e2n\u0103r, cu p\u0103rul ciufulit \u0219i ochi obosi\u021bi, m\u0103 privea f\u0103r\u0103 ur\u0103.
\u2014 \u0218tiam c\u0103 ve\u021bi veni.
Gura mi s-a uscat.
\u2014 E\u0219ti\u2026
\u2014 Da. Sunt eu.<\/p>\n
El a oftat \u0219i a continuat:
\u2014 Am trecut prin centre de plasament, str\u0103zi, foame. Am pictat pe ziduri, apoi pe p\u00e2nz\u0103. Am strigat \u00een culori ce nu puteam spune cu vorbe.
L-am privit cu ru\u0219ine.
\u2014 Am crezut c\u0103 am f\u0103cut ce era mai bine\u2026
El a z\u00e2mbit slab.
\u2014 \u0218i eu am crezut mult timp c\u0103 e vina mea. C\u0103 n-am fost destul. Dar am \u00een\u021beles ceva:
Nu e\u0219ti ceea ce oamenii \u00ee\u021bi fac. E\u0219ti ceea ce alegi s\u0103 devii, \u00een ciuda lor.<\/p>\n
Era un portret. Cu mine. A\u0219a cum eram atunci, t\u00e2n\u0103r, rece\u2026 dar cu lacrimi \u00een col\u021bul ochilor.
\u2014 S\u0103 nu ui\u021bi. Nu ca pedeaps\u0103. Ci ca s\u0103 nu faci asta altcuiva.
L-am privit cum se \u00eentoarce spre al\u021bi vizitatori, l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 singur.
\u00cen acel moment, mi-am dat seama c\u0103 iertarea nu se cere. Se c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103.
\u0218i uneori, e nevoie de o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 s\u0103 pictezi ceea ce un om a distrus \u00eentr-o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"