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Devenim magicieni deschiz\u00e2ndu-ne sufletul, sco\u021b\u00e2nd la iveal\u0103 tr\u0103iri ce ne poart\u0103 spre alte lumi cu viteza luminii, spre alte timpuri.
\nAzi m-am plimbat \u00een t\u0103r\u00e2mul ghe\u021burilor. M-am prins \u00een mrejele iernii, pierz\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00een albul de cle\u0219tar. Am sim\u021bit z\u0103pada sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind sub picioare, scr\u00e2\u0219nind din toate \u00eencheieturile, ca ni\u0219te \u0219ine vechi, purt\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 \u00eenapoi \u00een timp, pe urmele copil\u0103riei, pe vremea c\u00e2nd cuceream n\u0103me\u021bii c\u0103lare pe s\u0103nii. Vremurile acelea c\u00e2nd m\u0103 pierdeam printre z\u0103pezi al\u0103turi de al\u021bi copii p\u00e2n\u0103 seara t\u00e2rziu, la lumina unui bec ce \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tia \u00een jur str\u0103luciri de vis. F\u0103ceam oameni de z\u0103pad\u0103 cu ochii de c\u0103rbune \u0219i nasul de morcov, ne bulg\u0103ream printre ziduri de z\u0103pezi, ne d\u0103deam pe ghea\u021b\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 sticlea sub picioarele noastre, ne rostogoleam \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103 uzi p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele. Nu mergeam s\u0103 ne schimb\u0103m hainele, de team\u0103 c\u0103 nu ne mai l\u0103sau ai no\u0219tri s\u0103 ie\u0219im, \u0219i, totu\u0219i, nu sim\u021beam frigul ce ne ardea obrajii \u0219i nici degetele picioarelor pe jum\u0103tate \u00eenghe\u021bate. Era at\u00e2ta culoare \u00een albul acela incomensurabil c\u00e2t inima aceea de copil .
\nAzi, plimb\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 pe coamele iernii, am sim\u021bit z\u0103pada scr\u00e2\u0219nind sub picioare \u0219i am z\u00e2mbit cu sufletul. Am suflat peste z\u0103pezi, sco\u021b\u00e2nd de sub n\u0103me\u021bi toate acele amintiri, d\u00e2ndu-le drumul \u00een b\u0103taia soarelui, \u0219i a v\u00e2ntului, \u0219i a orelor \u00eenv\u00e2rtejite. \u0218i m-am bucurat. M-am bucurat ca atunci c\u00e2nd f\u0103ceam oameni de z\u0103pad\u0103, \u0219i i-am reconstruit \u00een g\u00e2nd, iar ei au prins via\u021b\u0103. Apoi am construit \u00een g\u00e2nd dup\u0103-amiezile c\u00e2nd mergeam cu sania pe derdelu\u0219, c\u0103z\u00e2nd uneori sau aleg\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 cu vreun cucui. \u00cen visul croit la repezeal\u0103, m-am dat pe ghe\u021buri iluzorii \u0219i m-am bulg\u0103rit, \u0219i totul era at\u00e2t de viu. La fel de viu ca t\u0103r\u00e2mul de ghea\u021b\u0103 \u00een care m\u0103 plimbam, ce m\u0103 \u00eenconjura din toate p\u0103r\u021bile.
\nAm z\u00e2mbit cu ochi vii, peste care ninseser\u0103 ni\u0219te ani, con\u0219tientiz\u00e2nd magia prin care recreasem acele timpuri cu bagheta min\u021bii, asemeni unui magician.<\/p>\n