S-a apropiat \u00eencet, cu inima b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i nebune\u0219te \u00een piept. Ochii femeii, de un gri sp\u0103l\u0103cit, p\u0103reau pierdu\u021bi undeva departe, dar pentru o clip\u0103, doar o clip\u0103, privirea lor s-a intersectat. Iar \u00een clipa aceea, lumea lui Iulian s-a oprit.<\/p>\n
Nu putea fi… \u0219i totu\u0219i, era. Aceea\u0219i privire cald\u0103, aceea\u0219i aluni\u021b\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 buza de jos, acela\u0219i gest u\u0219or de a-\u0219i atinge fruntea atunci c\u00e2nd g\u00e2ndea ad\u00e2nc. Inima \u00eei spunea c\u0103 era ea. Mama lui.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103? a \u0219optit el, aproape f\u0103r\u0103 voce.<\/p>\n
Femeia a tres\u0103rit. L-a privit din nou, cu o confuzie ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u00een ochi. Buzele i s-au mi\u0219cat \u00eencet, tremurat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Iulian?<\/p>\n
Cuv\u00e2ntul a c\u0103zut ca un tunet. Lacrimile i-au n\u0103v\u0103lit instantaneu. A c\u0103zut \u00een genunchi l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-i m\u00e2inile reci \u0219i sub\u021biri.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E\u0219ti vie… Doamne, to\u021bi au spus c\u0103 ai murit!<\/p>\n
Femeia l-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat pe p\u0103r, \u00eencet, cu o bl\u00e2nde\u021be pe care nu o mai sim\u021bise de treizeci de ani.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu am murit, copilul meu… dar poate c\u0103 uneori e mai u\u0219or s\u0103 dispari dec\u00e2t s\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219ti o minciun\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele ei au t\u0103iat aerul ca o lam\u0103. Iulian a ridicat privirea, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat, mam\u0103? Unde ai fost?<\/p>\n
Femeia a oftat, iar privirea i s-a pierdut din nou \u00een ploaie.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tat\u0103l t\u0103u… nu era omul bun pe care-l credeai. \u00centr-o noapte, dup\u0103 ce ai adormit, m-a alungat. Mi-a spus c\u0103, dac\u0103 m\u0103 mai \u00eentorc, o s\u0103 te piard\u0103 \u0219i pe tine. Am vrut s\u0103 fug cu tine, dar n-am avut unde. M-am ascuns ani \u00eentregi, am lucrat pe la oameni, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd s\u0103n\u0103tatea m-a dobor\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Iulian a sim\u021bit cum tot trecutul lui se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te peste el. Toate pove\u0219tile spuse de rude, toate t\u0103cerile, toate nop\u021bile \u00een care se \u00eentreba de ce.<\/p>\n
A stat l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea minute \u00eentregi, \u00een t\u0103cere. Doar ploaia b\u0103tea u\u0219or \u00een geam. Apoi i-a spus, cu glas hot\u0103r\u00e2t:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu mai pleci nic\u0103ieri. De azi, vii acas\u0103 cu mine.<\/p>\n
Dar ea a z\u00e2mbit amar, scutur\u00e2nd din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu, dragul meu. Aici mi-e locul acum. Mi-au mai r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva luni, poate un an. Ce vreau e s\u0103 te \u0219tiu bine. S\u0103 te \u0219tiu \u00eemp\u0103cat.<\/p>\n
El a sim\u021bit cum ceva i se rupe \u00een\u0103untru. A \u00eencercat s\u0103-i promit\u0103 spitale, medici, tratamente. Dar ea i-a pus degetul pe buze.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Am tr\u0103it destul. Ceea ce vreau acum e doar s\u0103 te v\u0103d z\u00e2mbind.<\/p>\n
Zilele urm\u0103toare, Iulian venea zilnic la azil. \u00cei aducea flori, pr\u0103jituri de cas\u0103 \u0219i o asculta ore \u00eentregi. Au r\u00e2s, au pl\u00e2ns \u0219i au povestit tot ce pierduser\u0103. \u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd soarele abia r\u0103s\u0103rea, ea l-a privit lung \u0219i i-a spus \u00eencet:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u021aine minte, Iulian, banii pot cump\u0103ra case, dar nu acas\u0103.<\/p>\n
Apoi a \u00eenchis ochii, iar respira\u021bia i s-a stins u\u0219or, ca o lum\u00e2nare care arde p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, Iulian a cump\u0103rat azilul \u201eSf\u00e2nta Maria\u201d, l-a renovat complet \u0219i i-a schimbat numele. Pe noua t\u0103bli\u021b\u0103, din lemn l\u0103cuit, scria: \u201eCasa Ana \u2013 un loc unde iubirea nu se uit\u0103 niciodat\u0103.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n De atunci, \u00een fiecare zi ploioas\u0103, Iulian iese afar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 umbrel\u0103. \u0218i spune c\u0103 ploaia e felul mamei sale de a-l m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia din nou.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" S-a apropiat \u00eencet, cu inima b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-i nebune\u0219te \u00een piept. Ochii femeii, de un gri sp\u0103l\u0103cit, p\u0103reau pierdu\u021bi undeva departe, dar pentru o clip\u0103, doar o clip\u0103, privirea lor s-a intersectat. Iar \u00een clipa aceea, lumea lui Iulian s-a oprit. Nu putea fi… \u0219i totu\u0219i, era. Aceea\u0219i privire cald\u0103, aceea\u0219i aluni\u021b\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 buza de jos, acela\u0219i […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9203,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9202","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\/9202","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=9202"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9202\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9204,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9202\/revisions\/9204"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9203"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}