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Iunie \u00eenc\u0103rcat de fantasme plutitoare. Adolescen\u0163\u0103 fr\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een versuri ce dor. M\u0103 las purtat\u0103 de ele p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een larg, de unde s\u0103 nu am curajul s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc prea cur\u00e2nd. Infinitul e violet \u015fi abstract. \u00cen col\u0163ul unui tablou cu nuan\u0163e spectrale, lumineaz\u0103 o comet\u0103 str\u00e2ns\u0103 la mijloc de ani lumin\u0103. \u00cen st\u00e2nga, un cire\u015f culcat pe propria umbr\u0103, unduindu-\u015fi frunzele \u00eentr-un ritm antic. Apusul coboar\u0103 \u00eencet de-a lungul orizontului, asemenea bra\u0163ului unui carusel \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri. Pu\u0163in c\u00e2te pu\u0163in. Pleoapa i se \u00eenchide alene, definitiv. Ca \u015fi c\u00e2nd m\u00e2ine ar fi o simpl\u0103 iluzie, o simpl\u0103 perspectiv\u0103. \u00cendesat \u00een pulpa c\u0103rnoas\u0103 a orizontului, un lan\u0163 de blocuri, c\u00e2\u0163iva pa\u015fi nesiguri, c\u00e2teva g\u00e2nduri profane, pe p\u00e2ntecele c\u0103rora danseaz\u0103 \u00eengeri din plu\u015f. La un moment dat, o raz\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103citoare str\u0103punge col\u0163ul ferestrei de la camera \u00een lini\u015ftea c\u0103reia g\u00e2ndurile se petrec definitiv, at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd de perete jocuri ro\u015fiatice, suple. \u00censerarea intr\u0103 pe nepus\u0103 mas\u0103, rotindu-\u015fi pletele \u00een sensul acelor de ceasornic. Dou\u0103 capete de veac petrec\u00e2ndu-se peste trupul meu de cear\u0103, \u00eendesate \u00eentr-un parfum senzual. De undeva din senin mai ap\u0103ru o raz\u0103, curg\u00e2nd printre vise, scutur\u00e2ndu-le coama incert\u0103. Apoi \u00eenc\u0103 una, rup\u00e2nd distan\u0163a dintre lucruri, modific\u00e2ndu-i dimensiunile, distorsion\u00e2nd profilul lor enigmatic. Mobila prinde s\u0103 pluteasc\u0103 feeric \u00eentr-o str\u0103lucire de catifea, desfiin\u0163\u00e2nd unghiurile, reduc\u00e2ndu-le la nivelul unui punct. Sunt fericit\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 motiv. F\u0103r\u0103 perspectiv\u0103. Privesc apusul suspendat pe pere\u0163i, \u00eempreun\u00e2nd acele ceasornicului \u00eentr-o stranie c\u0103rare pe care pa\u015fii mei carnali se afundau \u00een goana nebun\u0103 a tinere\u0163ii. Dou\u0103-trei clipe, c\u00e2teva ve\u015fnicii, c\u00e2\u0163iva ani lumin\u0103, peste care domne\u0219te o t\u0103cere strident\u0103, ca o fanfar\u0103 \u00eentoars\u0103 pe dos, dup\u0103 care purpura din fereastr\u0103 \u00eencepe s\u0103 descreasc\u0103, pierind \u00eentr-un vid hieratic. Seara a venit mult prea cur\u00e2nd. Ochii mi se \u00eemp\u0103ienjenesc de dou\u0103 lacrimi sub\u0163iri, cristaline. Ceasul continu\u0103 s\u0103 zac\u0103 at\u00e2rnat de peretele pe care, adineauri se proiectase urma divin\u0103 a crepusculului. M-am trezit singur\u0103. Mult prea singur\u0103 \u015fi mult prea s\u0103tul\u0103 de c\u0103utare, de mine. Afundat\u0103 \u00een fotoliu, rememorez fiecare apus din via\u0163a mea, ca \u015fi c\u00e2nd a\u015f r\u0103sfoi o carte. Unele mai \u00eenalte, altele mai concrete, mai rotunde, \u00eenc\u0103rcate cu nuan\u0163e violete. Copil\u0103ria pulseaz\u0103 undeva prin preajm\u0103, aduc\u00e2nd cu ea zgomote zglobii, de copii prin\u015fi \u00een amfora jocului. \u015ei, pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce zgomotele sunt tot mai reale, realizez tot mai mult c\u0103 apar\u0163in unei alte epoci, \u00eenc\u0103rcate cu imagini fr\u00e2nte. Adolescen\u0163a miroase a carne crud\u0103, a g\u00e2nduri pl\u00e2nse, a speran\u0163e palpabile. Afar\u0103 se \u00eentunec\u0103 de-a binelea. Apusul deveni o pat\u0103 pe propria-mi retin\u0103 din care \u0163\u00e2\u015fneau fl\u0103c\u0103ri ispititoare, \u015fterg\u00e2nd orice urm\u0103 de zi. M\u0103 cuprinde o senza\u0163ie stranie de foame.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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