Am \u00eentins m\u00e2na tremur\u00e2nd \u0219i am luat fotografia. \u00cen imagine era o femeie mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu un z\u00e2mbet cald \u0219i familiar. M-am uitat mai atent \u0219i, de\u0219i era din alt timp, dintr-o alt\u0103 lume parc\u0103, am recunoscut-o imediat: era sora mea, Elena, pe care nu o mai v\u0103zusem de ani de zile.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De unde ai fotografia asta? am \u00eentrebat cu vocea g\u00e2tuit\u0103.<\/p>\n
B\u0103rbatul a r\u0103mas t\u0103cut o clip\u0103, apoi \u0219i-a l\u0103sat privirea \u00een jos, ca \u0219i cum ar fi purtat o povar\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ar fi trebuit s\u0103-\u021bi spun asear\u0103\u2026 dar nu era momentul. Eu sunt fratele mai mic al Elenei, adic\u0103 cumnatul t\u0103u.<\/p>\n
M-am \u00eenfiorat. \u00centr-o clip\u0103, vinul, dansul, gesturile lui tandre din seara trecut\u0103 s-au transformat \u00eentr-o avalan\u0219\u0103 de ru\u0219ine \u0219i confuzie. Cum era posibil ca, dup\u0103 at\u00e2\u021bia ani de singur\u0103tate, tocmai asta s\u0103 mi se \u00eent\u00e2mple?<\/p>\n
Am cobor\u00e2t din pat, cu inima zdrobit\u0103, \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eembrac haotic. El m-a privit \u00een t\u0103cere, dar ochii lui spuneau mai mult dec\u00e2t orice cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103 fugi, a murmurat. \u0218tiu c\u0103 e greu de \u00een\u021beles, dar nimic din ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat nu a fost for\u021bat. Am sim\u021bit \u0219i eu acela\u0219i gol, aceea\u0219i nevoie de apropiere. \u0218i, s\u0103 fiu sincer, te \u0219tiam de mult, prin pove\u0219tile Elenei.<\/p>\n
Mi-am dus m\u00e2inile la fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i am izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. \u00cemi p\u0103rea c\u0103 am tr\u0103dat amintirea so\u021bului meu, familia mea, chiar \u0219i pe sora mea. \u0218i totu\u0219i, undeva \u00een ad\u00e2ncul sufletului, ceva \u00eemi spunea c\u0103 nu fusese doar gre\u0219eal\u0103, ci \u0219i un strig\u0103t de dorin\u021b\u0103, de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen satul \u00een care am crescut, oamenii obi\u0219nuiau s\u0103 spun\u0103 c\u0103 \u201einima nu \u0219tie de r\u00e2nduieli, ea bate dup\u0103 cum \u00eei e scris\u201d. Bunica mea, o femeie \u00een\u021beleapt\u0103, repeta mereu acest lucru. \u00cens\u0103 acum, \u00een camera aceea necunoscut\u0103, m\u0103 sim\u021beam ca \u0219i cum a\u0219 fi sfidat nu doar r\u00e2nduielile lumii, ci \u0219i propriile mele principii.<\/p>\n
Am plecat atunci \u00een grab\u0103, cu haina str\u00e2ns\u0103 la piept, fugind pe str\u0103zile reci ale ora\u0219ului. V\u00e2ntul \u00eemi biciuia obrajii, dar durerea din suflet era mai t\u0103ioas\u0103 dec\u00e2t frigul.<\/p>\n
Zilele urm\u0103toare am \u00eencercat s\u0103 uit, s\u0103 ascund totul sub pre\u0219, dar fiecare sear\u0103 era un chin. \u00cen lini\u0219tea casei mele goale, amintirea lui m\u0103 urm\u0103rea. Z\u00e2mbetul, vocea cald\u0103, fotografia Elenei pe noptiera lui.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, am primit o scrisoare. Scris\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103, cu litere frumoase, de b\u0103rbat. \u201eNu te gr\u0103bi s\u0103 judeci. Via\u021ba ne arunc\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be surprize nea\u0219teptate. Nu \u00ee\u021bi cer nimic, doar s\u0103 nu te ur\u0103\u0219ti pentru ceea ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat. \u0218i s\u0103-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 po\u021bi sim\u021bi, \u00eenc\u0103 po\u021bi iubi.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am citit acele r\u00e2nduri de zeci de ori. Fiecare cuv\u00e2nt p\u0103rea s\u0103 m\u0103 ard\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 m\u0103 vindece deopotriv\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o duminic\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd biserica din sat tr\u0103gea clopotele, am mers s\u0103 aprind o lum\u00e2nare pentru so\u021bul meu. M-am rugat s\u0103-mi dea puterea s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg. L\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, femeile din sat \u0219opteau rug\u0103ciuni pentru so\u021bii lor, copiii lor. Atunci mi-am amintit vorbele preotului de la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare: \u201eCel r\u0103mas \u00een via\u021b\u0103 nu tr\u0103ie\u0219te \u00een lan\u021buri, ci \u00een \u00eencerc\u0103ri. Dumnezeu nu ne vrea singuri, ci vii.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit atunci c\u0103 o parte din povara mea se ridic\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu am mai fugit de el. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva luni, ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit din nou, de data asta \u00een plin\u0103 zi, la o cafenea mic\u0103 din ora\u0219. Am vorbit mult, despre trecut, despre pierderi, despre singur\u0103tate. Lacrimile ni s-au amestecat cu z\u00e2mbetele.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 e iubire sau doar un pansament pentru r\u0103nile noastre, dar \u0219tiu c\u0103 via\u021ba mi-a dat o a doua \u0219ans\u0103. \u0218i, la 60 de ani, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat ceva ce nu mi-a spus nicio carte, niciun sfat, nici m\u0103car credin\u021ba mea:<\/p>\n
Nu e niciodat\u0103 prea t\u00e2rziu s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti din nou.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Am \u00eentins m\u00e2na tremur\u00e2nd \u0219i am luat fotografia. \u00cen imagine era o femeie mai t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu un z\u00e2mbet cald \u0219i familiar. M-am uitat mai atent \u0219i, de\u0219i era din alt timp, dintr-o alt\u0103 lume parc\u0103, am recunoscut-o imediat: era sora mea, Elena, pe care nu o mai v\u0103zusem de ani de zile. Am sim\u021bit cum […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5159,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5158","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\/5158","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=5158"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5158\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5160,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5158\/revisions\/5160"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5159"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5158"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5158"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}