…cum mirosea p\u00e2inea proasp\u0103t scoas\u0103 din cuptor, cum c\u00e2nta\u021bi am\u00e2ndoi la serb\u0103rile de la \u0219coal\u0103, cum r\u00e2deai c\u00e2nd te murd\u0103ream cu f\u0103in\u0103. Mi-am amintit lini\u0219tea din casa noastr\u0103 \u0219i felul \u00een care m\u0103 priveai f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spui nimic.<\/p>\n
Sofia l-a ascultat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l \u00eentrerup\u0103. Privirea ei era calm\u0103, dar undeva ad\u00e2nc, \u00een spatele ochilor, ardea o flac\u0103r\u0103 veche. Nu ur\u0103, nu dorin\u021b\u0103 de r\u0103zbunare. Ci o oboseal\u0103 amar\u0103, amestecat\u0103 cu un strop de mil\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 T\u00e2rziu, Ioane, \u2013 a spus ea \u00een cele din urm\u0103. \u2013 Tare t\u00e2rziu ai venit.<\/p>\n
\u2013 \u0218tiu, \u2013 a rostit el cu glas tremurat. \u2013 Dar n-am avut lini\u0219te. Nici cu ea, nici dup\u0103. Toat\u0103 via\u021ba am sim\u021bit c\u0103 am pierdut ceva ce nu se mai poate cump\u0103ra cu bani.<\/p>\n
A t\u0103cut. V\u00e2ntul a scuturat c\u00e2\u021biva petali de cire\u0219, iar una s-a a\u0219ezat pe m\u00e2na Sofiei. Le-a privit am\u00e2ndoi \u2013 ca pe dou\u0103 vie\u021bi care s-au desp\u0103r\u021bit \u0219i acum se \u00eent\u00e2lneau din nou, obosite, dar vii.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Ce vrei de la mine, Ioane? \u2013 a \u00eentrebat ea \u00eencet. \u2013 S\u0103 te primesc \u00eenapoi? S\u0103 uit?<\/p>\n
\u2013 Nu… doar s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi. Nu ca s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc, ci ca s\u0103 pot pleca \u00een pace.<\/p>\n
Sofia \u0219i-a ridicat ochii spre cer. C\u00e2te rug\u0103ciuni \u00eei spusese de-a lungul anilor? C\u00e2te lacrimi v\u0103rsase f\u0103r\u0103 ca cineva s\u0103 le vad\u0103? Poate c\u0103 Dumnezeu \u00eei asculta abia acum.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Nu pot s\u0103 uit, \u2013 a zis ea. \u2013 Dar pot s\u0103 te iert. Pentru mine, nu pentru tine. Ca s\u0103-mi eliberez sufletul.<\/p>\n
Ioan a oftat ad\u00e2nc.
\u2013 Mul\u021bumesc, Sofio. Asta e mai mult dec\u00e2t meritam.<\/p>\n
O t\u0103cere grea a c\u0103zut \u00eentre ei. Doar p\u0103s\u0103rile c\u00e2ntau undeva departe, iar aerul mirosea a via\u021b\u0103 nou\u0103. Ioan s-a ridicat \u00eencet.
\u2013 Plec m\u00e2ine. Nu \u0219tiu unde, dar… \u00ee\u021bi las fotografia asta.<\/p>\n
A scos din buzunar aceea\u0219i fotografie de la nunt\u0103, una identic\u0103 cu cea pe care o \u021binuse Sofia \u00een diminea\u021ba aceea. A pus-o l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, pe banc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2013 Poate c\u0103 undeva, \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 via\u021b\u0103, am fi r\u0103mas \u00eempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n
A f\u0103cut c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i, apoi s-a oprit \u0219i s-a \u00eentors.
\u2013 S\u0103 fii bine, Sofio.<\/p>\n
Ea nu a r\u0103spuns. Doar l-a privit cum merge \u00eencet pe drumul acoperit de iarb\u0103 \u2013 drumul pe care odinioar\u0103 \u00eel blestemase s\u0103 se piard\u0103. Acum, \u00eens\u0103, nu mai sim\u021bea ur\u0103. Doar lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd Ioan a disp\u0103rut dup\u0103 cotul uli\u021bei, Sofia s-a ridicat, a privit \u00een jur \u0219i a z\u00e2mbit. Pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani, inima ei nu mai era grea.<\/p>\n
A luat fotografia \u00een m\u00e2ini, a privit chipurile lor tinere \u0219i a \u0219optit:
\u2013 Via\u021ba merge \u00eenainte, Ioane. \u0218i chiar dac\u0103 am mers pe drumuri diferite, tot la acela\u0219i apus ajungem cu to\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Apoi s-a dus \u00een cas\u0103, a scos din cuptor o p\u00e2ine rumen\u0103 \u0219i a pus-o pe mas\u0103. Afar\u0103, cire\u0219ul \u00eenflorea mai alb ca niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103, Sofia a sim\u021bit c\u0103 prim\u0103vara aceea era \u0219i a ei.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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