{"id":357,"date":"2016-02-11T11:35:56","date_gmt":"2016-02-11T09:35:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=357"},"modified":"2020-11-26T14:26:17","modified_gmt":"2020-11-26T12:26:17","slug":"mort-e-asa-cand-uiti-sa-te-intorci-de-unde-te-duci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/?p=357","title":{"rendered":"Mort e, a\u0219a, c\u00e2nd ui\u021bi s\u0103 te \u00eentorci de unde te duci\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"cozi-raffaele-montepaone\"<\/a>
Cozi Raffaele Montepanoe<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

M\u0103 c\u0103\u021b\u0103rasem \u00eentr-un corcodu\u0219 s-o pot privi mai bine pe bunica, a\u0219a, pe furi\u0219, de dup\u0103 frunze care miroseau a ploaie. Ea umbla prin gr\u0103din\u0103 cu treab\u0103, era mic\u0103 \u0219i alb\u0103, alb\u0103 ca m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103 a unui arhanghel. Nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 m\u0103 poate z\u0103ri. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 aveam impresia c\u0103 uita figura mea, c\u0103 nu m\u0103 recunoa\u0219tea, c\u0103 nu \u0219tia cu cine vorbe\u0219te \u0219i c\u0103 i-a\u0219 fi chiar indiferent\u0103. C\u0103 nici pe ea, c\u00e2teodat\u0103, nu se mai recunoa\u0219tea. C\u00e2tu-i de bine s\u0103 mai uiti din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd de tine<\/em>, spunea ea.<\/p>\n

Ai dat \u00een mintea copiilor, \u00eei zice tata \u00eentr-o zi, uit\u0103-te la\u00a0 matale, \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219ti \u0219i proste\u0219ti. Scapi m\u00e2ncarea din gur\u0103, nu mai \u0219tii s\u0103 ai grij\u0103 de tine, stai toat\u0103 ziua \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, aiurit\u0103 \u0219i la\u0219i copiii s\u0103-\u0219i scoat\u0103 ochii.<\/p>\n

Eu \u0219tiu \u00eens\u0103 c\u0103 ochii bunicii ne priveau \u0219i ne p\u0103zeau \u00een acela\u0219i timp, bine \u0219i de multe ori, a\u0219a cum nu fusese ea privit\u0103 \u0219i ocrotit\u0103 c\u00e2nd a fost mic\u0103, c\u0103 n-a avut cine s\u0103 fac\u0103 asta. Mai mic\u0103 dec\u00e2t e acum. Mic\u0103 pentru c\u0103 nu \u00eel v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103 pe tat\u0103l ei, pentru c\u0103 mama ei pleca toat\u0103 ziua \u00een p\u0103dure, s\u0103 adune lemne \u0219i m\u00e2ncare, iar ea trebuia s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103 s\u0103 p\u0103zeasc\u0103 casa. Ochii \u0219i casa<\/em>, a\u0219a-i spunea maic\u0103-sa la plecare. \u00cenv\u0103\u021base, mai mult de la sine, c\u0103 exist\u0103 o complicitate \u00eentre ochi \u0219i dep\u0103rtare. \u00centre ochi \u0219i singur\u0103tate sau siguran\u021b\u0103. Oricum, ochii \u0103\u0219tia, dac\u0103 \u0219tiai s\u0103 te ui\u021bi bine, te puteau face s\u0103 te sim\u021bi ocrotit\u0103, sau iubit\u0103, sau dimpotriv\u0103, uitat\u0103 \u0219i tr\u0103dat\u0103. \u00cens\u0103 pentru ea, o fat\u0103 pe atunci, nu trebuiau s-o intereseze astfel de g\u00e2nduri. Trebuia doar s\u0103 p\u0103zeasc\u0103 casa. \u0218i nu trebuia s\u0103 se oboseasc\u0103 prea mult, s\u0103 nu i se fac\u0103 foame. A \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 stea singur\u0103 \u0219i aproape nemi\u0219cat\u0103, \u00een felul \u0103sta, p\u0103c\u0103lea foamea. O prindea numai, h\u0103t, spre sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd o a\u0219tepta pe maic\u0103-sa cu g\u00e2tul lungit peste gard. Nu \u0219tie cum se f\u0103cea, dar c\u00e2nd o vedea c\u0103 vine, se lumina toat\u0103 casa \u0219i nu-i mai era foame. \u0218i m\u0103icu\u021ba ei, cu m\u00e2inile b\u0103t\u0103torite, putea face din mai nimic ceva de m\u00e2ncare. \u0218i era totul a\u0219a de gustos, tare gustos. C\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2nea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 cu lingura de lemn \u0219i o lingea minute \u00een \u0219ir. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i lemnul avea gust de ciorb\u0103, z\u00e2mbi, mai mult din amintire, bunica.<\/p>\n

Anumite cuvinte nu e bine s\u0103 le roste\u0219ti, e p\u0103cat, \u00eemi spuse ea \u00eentr-o zi c\u00e2nd st\u0103team lungite am\u00e2ndou\u0103 sub cire\u0219, ca \u00eentr-un joc al nostru de copii, \u00eentreb\u00e2nd-o de familia ei \u0219i de lucruri demult uitate. Cuvintele au un suflet \u00een\u0103untru lor, \u00een fiecare cuv\u00e2nt, un suflet bun sau r\u0103u, dac\u0103 rostim cuv\u00e2ntul care nu trebuie, s-ar putea s\u0103 disp\u0103rem, sau am putea fi blestemate pentru totdeauna \u0219i atunci ar \u00eensemna c\u0103 suntem moarte, continu\u0103 ea.<\/p>\n

Da\u2019 ce-i cu blestemul \u0219i cu moartea asta, o \u00eentreb eu juc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een p\u0103rul ei blond, de parc\u0103 ar fi fost vorba de ni\u0219te animale de la noi din ograd\u0103, fugite \u00een p\u0103dure, s\u0103lb\u0103ticite.<\/p>\n

Mort, mort e, a\u0219a, c\u00e2nd ui\u021bi s\u0103 te \u00eentorci de unde te duci, spuse ea, plin\u0103 de g\u00e2nduri. Cum s-a dus \u0219i tat\u0103l meu \u00eentr-o zi \u0219i nu s-a mai \u00eentors \u0219i atunci am auzit cum mama \u0219i-a blestemat pentru prima dat\u0103 zilele. Blestemul e ceva ur\u00e2t, care \u00eennegre\u0219te sufletul ca un c\u0103rbune stins, lipit de gura sobei. Ceva, care \u0219i miroase la fel de ur\u00e2t, chiar dac\u0103 tu stai \u0219i pl\u00e2ngi toat\u0103 \u00eentr-un c\u00e2mp plin de folri \u00eenflorite. \u0218i ai vrea ca aceste cuvinte s\u0103 se duc\u0103 de la tine, undeva departe \u0219i nu \u0219tii unde s\u0103 le trimi\u021bi, c\u0103 lumea ta e doar c\u00e2t un pumn \u00eenchis. Hai s\u0103 le-arunc\u0103m \u00een cire\u0219ul asta, \u00eei spun serioas\u0103 tare bunicii, v\u0103z\u00e2ndu-i fa\u021ba trist\u0103 \u0219i nenorocit\u0103. Le trimite el undeva, are el sub p\u0103m\u00e2nt ni\u0219te leg\u0103turi ascunse. Nu vezi c\u0103 \u0219i frunzele care cad din el, nu se mai v\u0103d de la un timp la poalele lui? \u0218i el \u00eenflore\u0219te totu\u0219i a\u0219a de frumos \u00een fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103!<\/p>\n

\u00centre timp \u00eei terminasem de \u00eempletit p\u0103rul \u0219i-i priveam fa\u021ba sc\u0103ldat\u0103 de soarele amiezii. Era palid\u0103 ca o icoan\u0103 \u0219i nemi\u0219cat\u0103.
Gata e\u0219ti, m-a zorit tata? Hai, c-a venit popa! Nu sta gur\u0103-casc\u0103, du-te scoate o ulcic\u0103 de ap\u0103 rece din f\u00e2nt\u00e2n\u0103, s\u0103 m\u0103 mai r\u0103coresc ni\u021bel, c\u0103 imediat \u00eei d\u0103m drumul la groap\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n

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M\u0103 c\u0103\u021b\u0103rasem \u00eentr-un corcodu\u0219 s-o pot privi mai bine pe bunica, a\u0219a, pe furi\u0219, de dup\u0103 frunze care miroseau a ploaie. Ea umbla prin gr\u0103din\u0103 cu treab\u0103, era mic\u0103 \u0219i alb\u0103, alb\u0103 ca m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103 a unui arhanghel. Nu \u0219tiam dac\u0103 m\u0103 poate z\u0103ri. C\u00e2teodat\u0103 aveam impresia c\u0103 uita figura mea, c\u0103 nu m\u0103 recunoa\u0219tea,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_s2mail":"yes","footnotes":""},"categories":[23],"tags":[55,50,126,26,12,127,22,45,122,34],"class_list":["post-357","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole","tag-apa-vie","tag-atentie","tag-bunica","tag-clipa-prezenta","tag-copil","tag-copilarie","tag-dor","tag-iubire","tag-moarte","tag-purificare"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/357","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=357"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/357\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":754,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/357\/revisions\/754"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=357"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=357"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.poeziedemama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=357"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}