\u2014 E bine acum. Miroase a tine.<\/p>\n
M-am sprijinit de perete, cu inima \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2t, cu prosopul ud lipit de mine \u0219i cu ochii mari c\u00e2t cepele. Nici nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 auzisem bine.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce-ai zis? am \u00eentrebat, abia \u00eendr\u0103znind s\u0103 clipesc.<\/p>\n
Keane s-a uitat la mine pentru o clip\u0103. Z\u00e2mbetul lui era fragil, dar acolo. Apoi \u0219i-a mutat privirea \u00eenapoi spre bebelu\u0219 \u0219i a repetat:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Miroase a tine. \u0218i m-a lini\u0219tit \u0219i pe mine.<\/p>\n
Am c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi, \u00een mijlocul holului. Nu din sl\u0103biciune, ci dintr-un val nea\u0219teptat de recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103, de uimire, de dragoste pe care nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 o pot sim\u021bi a\u0219a, \u00een t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n
Am crescut \u00eentr-un sat mic din Buz\u0103u. Mama f\u0103cea cozonaci de Pa\u0219te \u0219i ne punea s\u0103 sp\u0103l\u0103m ou\u0103le cu sare, s\u0103 luceasc\u0103. Tata nu vorbea mult, dar c\u00e2nd o f\u0103cea, lumea asculta. Iar Keane, copilul \u201ealtfel\u201d, cum \u00eei ziceau vecinii, era mereu \u00een lumea lui. Cu o p\u0103tur\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i o privire r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 pe cer.<\/p>\n
Unii spuneau c\u0103 nu va fi niciodat\u0103 \u201eom \u00eentreg\u201d. Al\u021bii, c\u0103 ar fi mai bine dus undeva \u201eunde e personal calificat\u201d. Dar mama n-a vrut. L-a \u021binut acas\u0103, i-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat limba inimii, nu a gurii. Iar eu? Eu l-am iubit cum am \u0219tiut, dar, sincer, nu l-am \u00een\u021beles niciodat\u0103 pe deplin.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 azi.<\/p>\n
Azi, c\u00e2nd fratele meu \u201ecare nu vorbe\u0219te\u201d mi-a lini\u0219tit copilul, mi-a lini\u0219tit sufletul \u0219i, \u00eentr-o \u0219oapt\u0103, a spus mai mult dec\u00e2t a\u0219 fi putut eu \u00een o sut\u0103 de r\u00e2nduri.<\/p>\n
Am intrat \u00eencet \u00een camer\u0103. M-am a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 ei, pe podea. Nici nu mai conta c\u0103 eram ud\u0103. Voiam doar s\u0103 fiu aproape. S\u0103 fiu martor\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mango s-a \u00eentins spre mine, torc\u00e2nd, iar bebelu\u0219ul a oftat u\u0219or \u00een somn, cu nasul lipit de tricoul lui Keane. Lini\u0219te. Dar nu t\u0103cerea aceea ap\u0103s\u0103toare, ci o lini\u0219te plin\u0103. Ca o rug\u0103ciune.<\/p>\n
Mi-am \u00eentins m\u00e2na \u0219i am atins genunchiul fratelui meu. El m-a privit din nou, de parc\u0103 mi-ar fi citit toat\u0103 via\u021ba \u00een ochi. \u0218i a spus, u\u0219or:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Eu \u021bin minte cum m\u0103 \u021bineai tu, c\u00e2nd eram mic. A\u0219a \u021bin \u0219i eu.<\/p>\n
Atunci am pl\u00e2ns. Nu zgomotos, nu cu sughi\u021buri. Doar am l\u0103sat lacrimile s\u0103 curg\u0103. Pentru mama care l-a ap\u0103rat. Pentru mine, care n-am \u0219tiut c\u00e2t vede el. Pentru el, care a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat, \u00een t\u0103cere, tot ce e important.<\/p>\n
Apoi am \u0219tiut.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ziua aceea, ceva s-a schimbat \u00een casa noastr\u0103. Nu brusc. Nu cu artificii. Doar cu o privire, o atingere, o \u0219oapt\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd so\u021bul meu s-a \u00eentors, cu plasele pline \u0219i un aer gr\u0103bit, a intrat \u0219i s-a oprit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat? a \u00eentrebat, privind spre noi.<\/p>\n
I-am z\u00e2mbit. \u0218i i-am spus, simplu:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Keane a vorbit.<\/p>\n
Dar adev\u0103rul e c\u0103 el vorbise tot timpul. Doar c\u0103 abia acum am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat noi s\u0103-l ascult\u0103m.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2014 E bine acum. Miroase a tine. M-am sprijinit de perete, cu inima \u00eenc\u0103 \u00een g\u00e2t, cu prosopul ud lipit de mine \u0219i cu ochii mari c\u00e2t cepele. Nici nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 auzisem bine. \u2014 Ce-ai zis? am \u00eentrebat, abia \u00eendr\u0103znind s\u0103 clipesc. Keane s-a uitat la mine pentru o clip\u0103. Z\u00e2mbetul lui era fragil, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2583,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2582","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\/2582","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=2582"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2582\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2584,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2582\/revisions\/2584"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2583"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2582"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2582"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2582"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}