… \u201eMi-ai adus destul\u0103 ru\u0219ine. Dac\u0103 nu po\u021bi sluji familiei printr-o alian\u021b\u0103, vei sluji prin sacrificiu.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele tat\u0103lui au c\u0103zut ca un tr\u0103snet, iar inima fetei a tres\u0103rit \u00een piept. Niciodat\u0103 nu \u0219i-ar fi imaginat c\u0103 cel care \u00eei d\u0103duse via\u021b\u0103 o va preda ca pe o moned\u0103 de schimb. \u00cen c\u00e2teva zile, Jimena a fost urcat\u0103 \u00eentr-o c\u0103ru\u021b\u0103 acoperit\u0103, p\u0103zit\u0103 de doi oameni ai tat\u0103lui, \u0219i dus\u0103 spre apus, acolo unde p\u0103m\u00e2ntul uscat se pierdea \u00een orizont, iar soarele dogorea f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd cortegiul s-a oprit, \u00een fa\u021ba ei st\u0103tea un b\u0103rbat cu pielea ars\u0103 de soare, p\u0103rul negru prins la ceaf\u0103 \u0219i privirea p\u0103trunz\u0103toare. Era un r\u0103zboinic apache, cu o statur\u0103 impun\u0103toare, dar cu o lini\u0219te \u00een ochi care contrazicea imaginea fioroas\u0103 pe care i-o zugr\u0103vise tat\u0103l.<\/p>\n
Jimena se sim\u021bea pierdut\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i timp, pentru prima oar\u0103, nu mai era privit\u0103 cu dispre\u021b. R\u0103zboinicul a \u00eentins m\u00e2na, nu ca un st\u0103p\u00e2n, ci ca un om care invit\u0103 pe altul s\u0103 mearg\u0103 al\u0103turi de el.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele ce au urmat, Jimena a descoperit o lume pe care nu o cunoscuse niciodat\u0103. Aerul liber, c\u00e2ntecul v\u00e2ntului prin ierburi, focul aprins sub stele \u0219i glasurile tribului care povesteau legende vechi. Pentru prima dat\u0103, corpul ei nu era judecat, ci respectat. M\u00e2inile ei puternice ajutau la muncile zilnice, iar r\u00e2sul s\u0103u, c\u00e2nd prindea curaj s\u0103 se dezl\u0103n\u021buie, era \u00eent\u00e2mpinat cu bucurie.<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u0219i amintea de serile la conac, unde dulciurile furate \u00eei erau singurul alin. Acum, \u00een loc de zah\u0103r \u0219i glazur\u0103, avea gustul simplu al porumbului copt \u0219i al ceaiului din ierburi. \u00cens\u0103, paradoxal, sim\u021bea c\u0103 inima i se hr\u0103nea mai mult ca oric\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
R\u0103zboinicul, al c\u0103rui nume era Atsa, o privea adesea ca \u0219i cum ar fi v\u0103zut dincolo de piele \u0219i de trecut. \u00cei vorbea despre curaj, despre leg\u0103tura cu p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u0219i despre cum fiecare om are un loc anume sub cer.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd luna plin\u0103 lumina tab\u0103ra, Jimena \u0219i-a f\u0103cut curaj s\u0103-l \u00eentrebe:
\u201eDe ce nu m\u0103 prive\u0219ti cu aceea\u0219i dispre\u021buire ca ceilal\u021bi?\u201d<\/p>\n
Atsa i-a z\u00e2mbit, un z\u00e2mbet rar, ca un r\u0103s\u0103rit dup\u0103 furtun\u0103:
\u201ePentru c\u0103 v\u0103d \u00een tine o inim\u0103 care arde. Iar focul acela nu poate fi stins de vorbe crude.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimi i-au umplut ochii Jimenei. Atunci a \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 ceea ce c\u0103utase toat\u0103 via\u021ba nu era un dans fastuos, nici o rochie scump\u0103, nici aprobarea unei lumi reci \u0219i arogante. Ceea ce c\u0103utase era s\u0103 fie v\u0103zut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ani mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd zvonurile au ajuns \u00eenapoi \u00een conacul V\u00e1zquez de Coronado, se spunea c\u0103 fiica \u201einutil\u0103\u201d a devenit o femeie respectat\u0103, o mam\u0103 iubit\u0103 \u0219i o so\u021bie devotat\u0103. C\u0103 \u00een locul unde fusese alungat\u0103, \u0219i-a cl\u0103dit adev\u0103rata cas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar cei care odinioar\u0103 o batjocoreau au r\u0103mas cu gustul amar al regretului, \u00een timp ce Jimena, cea dispre\u021buit\u0103 \u0219i dat\u0103 uit\u0103rii, a descoperit c\u0103 adev\u0103rata noble\u021be nu st\u0103 \u00een aur, ci \u00een curajul de a-\u021bi tr\u0103i via\u021ba cu demnitate \u0219i dragoste.<\/p>\n
\u00cen cultura noastr\u0103, la fel ca \u00een pove\u0219tile bunicilor care spuneau l\u00e2ng\u0103 sob\u0103 c\u0103 \u201efiecare om are steaua lui\u201d, Jimena \u0219i-a g\u0103sit steaua acolo unde nimeni nu ar fi crezut: \u00een bra\u021bele celui pe care lumea \u00eel numea barbar, dar care i-a ar\u0103tat cea mai curat\u0103 form\u0103 de iubire.<\/p>\n
Astfel, povestea ei r\u0103m\u00e2ne o lec\u021bie pentru oricine a sim\u021bit vreodat\u0103 greutatea respingerii: frumuse\u021bea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een priviri str\u00e2mbe \u0219i vorbe veninoase, ci \u00een felul \u00een care inima ta \u00eenva\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 fie iubit\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
… \u201eMi-ai adus destul\u0103 ru\u0219ine. Dac\u0103 nu po\u021bi sluji familiei printr-o alian\u021b\u0103, vei sluji prin sacrificiu.\u201d Cuvintele tat\u0103lui au c\u0103zut ca un tr\u0103snet, iar inima fetei a tres\u0103rit \u00een piept. Niciodat\u0103 nu \u0219i-ar fi imaginat c\u0103 cel care \u00eei d\u0103duse via\u021b\u0103 o va preda ca pe o moned\u0103 de schimb. \u00cen c\u00e2teva zile, Jimena a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5813,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5812","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\/5812","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=5812"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5812\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5814,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5812\/revisions\/5814"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5813"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5812"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5812"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5812"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}