Tom\u00e1s lu\u0103 fotografia cu m\u00e2ini tremur\u00e2nde. \u00cen imagine era o femeie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu p\u0103rul prins \u00eentr-un coc elegant \u0219i cu un z\u00e2mbet care p\u0103rea s\u0103 lumineze lumea. L\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, un b\u0103ie\u021bel de vreo cinci ani o \u021binea str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
Era Clara, cu mul\u021bi ani \u00een urm\u0103, iar copilul din fotografie era tat\u0103l lui.<\/p>\n
Respira\u021bia i se t\u0103ie pentru o clip\u0103. Sim\u021bea cum trecutul se a\u0219eaz\u0103 peste prezent, ca o plapum\u0103 grea, dar plin\u0103 de c\u0103ldur\u0103. Bunica lui nu uitase de tot, iar acea cutiu\u021b\u0103 era dovada.<\/p>\n
Cu ochii umezi, desf\u0103cu scrisoarea. H\u00e2rtia mirosea a vechi, a sertar p\u0103strat pentru ocazii speciale.<\/p>\n
\u201eDragul meu,
Dac\u0103 cite\u0219ti aceste r\u00e2nduri, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 am pierdut o parte din mine pe drumul uit\u0103rii. Voi uita chipuri, nume, pove\u0219ti\u2026 dar vreau s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 dragostea nu se uit\u0103. Te rog, c\u00e2nd va fi greu, adu-mi o floare s\u0103lbatic\u0103. \u00cemi va aminti c\u0103 nu sunt singur\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i dac\u0103, \u00eentr-o zi, nu mai \u0219tiu cine e\u0219ti, s\u0103-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti tu pentru mine: c\u0103 e\u0219ti nepotul meu \u0219i c\u0103 te iubesc cu toat\u0103 inima.<\/p>\n
A ta, Clara.\u201d<\/p>\n
Tom\u00e1s str\u00e2nse scrisoarea la piept \u0219i sim\u021bi cum lacrimile \u00eei curgeau \u0219iroaie pe obraji. Toat\u0103 suferin\u021ba, toat\u0103 singur\u0103tatea, toate serile c\u00e2nd se sim\u021bise pierdut l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea aveau acum un sens.<\/p>\n
Se \u00eentoarse spre asistent\u0103 \u0219i o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103, ca \u0219i cum ar fi vrut s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eze \u00eentreaga lume. Apoi ie\u0219i afar\u0103, unde apusul colora cerul \u00een nuan\u021be de portocaliu \u0219i violet.<\/p>\n
\u00cen curtea azilului, ridic\u0103 floarea s\u0103lbatic\u0103 pe care o \u021binuse \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i o a\u0219ez\u0103 la baza unui brad. Bunica lui \u00eei spusese odat\u0103, \u00eentr-o clip\u0103 de luciditate, c\u0103 brazii sunt copacii care nu-\u0219i pierd verdele, indiferent de anotimp. \u0218i-a dorit s\u0103-i lase acolo un semn care s\u0103 nu dispar\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea sear\u0103, acas\u0103, Tom\u00e1s puse fotografia \u0219i scrisoarea \u00eentr-o ram\u0103 de lemn sculptat manual, a\u0219a cum v\u0103zuse la bunicii din sat. O a\u0219ez\u0103 pe mas\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 icoana veche a familiei \u0219i o lum\u00e2nare mic\u0103, ce ardea lini\u0219tit. Era modul lui de a o aduce \u00eenapoi \u00een cas\u0103, printre cei vii.<\/p>\n
Anii au trecut. Tom\u00e1s a crescut, a terminat \u0219coala \u0219i a plecat la ora\u0219, dar niciodat\u0103 nu a uitat de ritualul florii s\u0103lbatice. \u00cen fiecare an, la \u00eenceput de prim\u0103var\u0103, mergea la cimitirul satului, culegea o floare din marginea drumului \u0219i o a\u0219eza pe morm\u00e2ntul Clarei.<\/p>\n
De fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd f\u0103cea asta, sim\u021bea o lini\u0219te aparte. Nu mai era doar un nepot care \u00ee\u0219i pl\u00e2ngea bunica, ci un om care \u00een\u021belesese adev\u0103rul simplu pe care ea i-l l\u0103sase: c\u0103 dragostea nu dispare odat\u0103 cu memoria.<\/p>\n
\u0218i a\u0219a, povestea lui Tom\u00e1s \u0219i a Clarei a devenit o lec\u021bie pentru to\u021bi cei din sat. Oamenii \u00ee\u0219i aduceau aminte de b\u0103iatul cu ghiozdanul at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd de un um\u0103r \u0219i floarea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, care trecea zilnic prin parc. \u00cel priveau acum ca pe un b\u0103rbat puternic, dar mereu cu un strop de copil\u0103rie \u00een priviri.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 \u00een ad\u00e2ncul inimii lui, Tom\u00e1s \u0219tia c\u0103 nu conteaz\u0103 c\u00e2t de mult uit\u0103 oamenii. Conteaz\u0103 c\u00e2t de mult \u00eei \u021bii minte tu.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00eentr-o zi, c\u00e2nd a devenit tat\u0103, \u0219i-a dus fiica de m\u00e2n\u0103 prin acela\u0219i parc, i-a ar\u0103tat cum s\u0103 culeag\u0103 o floare \u0219i i-a spus:
\u2014 \u021aine minte, micu\u021ba mea. O floare s\u0103lbatic\u0103 poate s\u0103 p\u0103streze vie o iubire pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n
Cerul se \u00eenro\u0219ea din nou la apus, iar Tom\u00e1s sim\u021bea c\u0103 bunica lui z\u00e2mbea, de undeva, dintre umbrele bl\u00e2nde ale amintirii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Tom\u00e1s lu\u0103 fotografia cu m\u00e2ini tremur\u00e2nde. \u00cen imagine era o femeie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu p\u0103rul prins \u00eentr-un coc elegant \u0219i cu un z\u00e2mbet care p\u0103rea s\u0103 lumineze lumea. L\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, un b\u0103ie\u021bel de vreo cinci ani o \u021binea str\u00e2ns de m\u00e2n\u0103. Era Clara, cu mul\u021bi ani \u00een urm\u0103, iar copilul din fotografie era tat\u0103l lui. Respira\u021bia […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5730,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5729","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\/5729","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=5729"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5729\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5731,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5729\/revisions\/5731"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5730"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5729"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5729"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5729"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}