{"id":1849,"date":"2017-11-08T18:53:00","date_gmt":"2017-11-08T16:53:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mazion.org\/?p=1849"},"modified":"2026-09-29T17:38:02","modified_gmt":"2026-09-29T14:38:02","slug":"281","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mazion.org\/en\/2017\/11\/281.html","title":{"rendered":"281"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>V\u00e2ntul \u0219uier\u0103 prin geamul spart. Lugubru. Cum poate s\u0103 fie noaptea at\u00e2t de neagr\u0103 \u0219i hain\u0103 ? Cum poate&#8230; Un gardian se aude pe hol. M\u0103 foiesc \u00een pat. Lan\u021bul de la picioare face un zgomot trist. Nici m\u0103car metalic. Sun\u0103 a os putrezit frecat de carne. Lan\u021bul nu e greu. Anii de c\u00e2nd \u00eel car l-au \u00eengreunat. Sau poate eu m-am sub\u021biat. Frigul, foamea, moartea \u0219i lan\u021bul: cele patru cavaleri. Deveni\u021bi patru puncte cardinale ale vie\u021bii mele. Sau ale vie\u021bii tuturor aici. Aiud. Patru puncte cardinale \u00een 281. De ce Miercurea Ciuc? De ce S\u0103rata ? De ce Aiud ?<\/p>\n<p>Parc\u0103 \u0219i viforul \u00eentreab\u0103 &#8222;De ce&#8221; ?<br \/>\n15 ani. O viat\u0103 de om. Doi ani de lan\u021buri. 15 ani de temni\u021b\u0103. Mai exist\u0103 ceva \u00een afara ei ? A existat ceva \u00een afara ei ?&nbsp; Nici nu mai \u00eemi aduc aminte. Eu sunt Temnita. Ne-am alipit si suntem uniti.&nbsp; Amintiri sau halucina\u021bii ale febrei ? Trufia a t\u0103cut acum. C\u00e2nd a vorbit,&nbsp; am spus : <i>Eu am avut o credin\u021b\u0103. \u0218i am iubit-o. Dac\u0103 a\u0219 spune altfel, dac\u0103 a\u0219<br \/>\nt\u0103g\u0103dui-o, dumneavoastr\u0103 to\u021bi ar trebui s\u0103 m\u0103 scuipa\u021bi \u00een obraz.<br \/>\nIndiferent dac\u0103 aceast\u0103 credin\u021b\u0103 a mea apare, ast\u0103zi, bun\u0103 sau rea,<br \/>\n\u00eentemeiat\u0103 sau gre\u0219it\u0103, ea a fost pentru mine o credin\u021b\u0103 adev\u0103rat\u0103. I-am<br \/>\n d\u0103ruit sufletul meu, i-am \u00eenchinat fruntea mea. Cu at\u00e2t mai intens<br \/>\nsuf\u0103r azi, c\u00e2nd o v\u0103d \u00eens\u00e2ngerat\u0103 de moarte. <\/i>Eu sau ea, cineva a rostit asta. Cand nu stiam inc\u0103 ce este suferinta. Trufia vecin\u0103 cu aroganta. P\u0103cate de moarte. De ce eu ? De ce nu M-ai salvat? O puteai face. Dupa 15 ani ce s\u0103 mai cer din ce nu am cerut deja ? Si Taci. <i>&#8222;Mor c\u0103 nu mor&#8221;<\/i>. O sf\u00e2nt\u0103 care ar fi putut spune asta dup\u0103 ce ar fi stat l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine. Trufia a trecut. A r\u0103mas furia. Furia lui Iov. Il \u00een\u021beleg pe Iov. Cred c\u0103 am devenit Iov \u0219i nu ajung la sf\u00e2r\u0219itul povestii. Cred ca asta este toat\u0103 Povestea. F\u0103r\u0103 \u00een\u021beles.<i> Eli, Eli, lama&#8230;.. <\/i><br \/><i><\/i><\/p>\n<p>O imagine. Multi tineri. Am fost \u0219i eu, demult asa t\u00e2n\u0103r. O voce puber\u0103 \u00eeng\u00e2n\u0103 ceva. Nu reu\u0219esc s\u0103 aud. Halucinez probabil. Dar aud ceva&#8230; <i>&#8222;nu pentru pogoane&#8221;<\/i>. \u0218tiu asta ! <i>&#8222;&#8230;s\u0103 pui tot s\u0103rutul fierbinte&#8221;<\/i>. \u0218tiu asta ! Si vocile lor. Sute de voci. Acum \u0219i \u00een veac. Voci dintr-un viitor prea \u00eendep\u0103rtat s\u0103 \u00eel g\u00e2ndesc.<i> &#8222;..spre lumina din urm\u0103-a furtunii, ridic\u0103-te&#8230;&#8221;<\/i>. Vocea e t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103. Vocea e inocent\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen\u021beleg. Acum \u00een\u021beleg. Accept \u0219i Mul\u021bumesc. Totul pentru o Poezie. Ca leopardul lui JLB. <\/p>\n<p>Lan\u021bul e gros \u0219i rece iar v\u00e2ntul \u0219uier\u0103 prin gemul spart. Febra m\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103lze\u0219te \u0219i foamea \u00eemi url\u0103-n stomac. Z\u00e2mbesc. Am \u00een\u021beles. Totul a conspirat sa ma aduc\u0103 in acel punct. Acel refren \u00eeng\u00e2nat a fost totul. Si f\u0103r\u0103 Tot, el nu ar fi existat. \u00cen\u021beleg. Z\u00e2mbesc. M\u0103 \u00eentorc pe patul de fier \u0219i Mul\u021bumesc. Mul\u021bumesc Miercurii-Ciuc. Mul\u021bumesc S\u0103ratei. Mul\u021bumesc Aiudului sf\u00e2nt. Am ajuns \u0219i am f\u0103cut ceea ce trebuia s\u0103 fac. &#8222;Mor ,acum, c\u0103 nu mor&#8221;. Z\u00e2mbesc. Nu e delir este fericire.<\/p>\n<p>Iti Multumesc.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/mazion.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/blog\/646x404.jpg\" imageanchor=\"1\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"404\" data-original-width=\"646\" height=\"250\" src=\"https:\/\/mazion.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/blog\/646x404.jpg\" width=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>V\u00e2ntul \u0219uier\u0103 prin geamul spart. Lugubru. Cum poate s\u0103 fie noaptea at\u00e2t de neagr\u0103 \u0219i hain\u0103 ? Cum poate&#8230; Un gardian se aude pe hol. M\u0103 foiesc \u00een pat. Lan\u021bul de la picioare face un zgomot trist. Nici m\u0103car metalic. 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