Am primit o felicitare de ziua numelui. Simpl\u0103, cu un desen delicat de flori de c\u00e2mp. F\u0103r\u0103 semn\u0103tur\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2teva cuvinte \u2013 \u201eTot ce e mai frumos pentru tine\u201d \u2013 scrise cu stiloul, u\u0219or \u00eenclinat, \u00eentr-o caligrafie dureros de cunoscut\u0103. Inima mi-a tres\u0103rit. \u0218tiam. Pur \u0219i simplu \u0219tiam c\u0103 e de la el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pe masa din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, felicitarea st\u0103tea ca o \u00eentrebare nerostit\u0103. C\u00e2\u021bi ani trecuser\u0103 de la ultima noastr\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnire? De la acea zi \u00een care a plecat, \u00eempachet\u00e2ndu-\u0219i valiza f\u0103r\u0103 nicio explica\u021bie? Mi-am jurat: dac\u0103 se \u00eentoarce, nu-l voi l\u0103sa s\u0103 intre at\u00e2t de u\u0219or \u00een via\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i totu\u0219i, \u021bineam \u00een m\u00e2ini o bucat\u0103 de h\u00e2rtie care mirosea a amintiri. Iar promisiunile mele \u00eencepeau s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am ie\u0219it pe balcon. Aerul serii era rece, mirosea a asfalt ud. Departe, ora\u0219ul fream\u0103ta, iar \u00een mintea mea r\u0103suna vocea lui \u2013 grav\u0103, u\u0219or r\u0103gu\u0219it\u0103. \u0218tiam c\u0103 s-a \u00eentors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Zilele urm\u0103toare au trecut ca prin vis. La serviciu m\u0103 surprindeam privind pe fereastr\u0103. Seara, r\u0103sfoiam fotografii vechi, pe care odinioar\u0103 le ascunsesem \u00eentr-un sertar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dup\u0103 o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, la pia\u021ba de s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103, l-am v\u0103zut. St\u0103tea cu spatele la o tarab\u0103 cu miere. C\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors, privirile ni s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit. P\u0103r c\u0103runt la t\u00e2mple, riduri ad\u00e2nci, dar acela\u0219i z\u00e2mbet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Credeam c\u0103 nu m\u0103 vei observa \u2013 a spus el.
\u2013 E greu s\u0103 nu te observ \u2013 am r\u0103spuns eu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ne-am a\u0219ezat pe o banc\u0103. Mi-a povestit c\u0103 s-a \u00eentors pentru a \u00eenchide ni\u0219te capitole vechi. C\u0103, \u00een g\u00e2nd, se \u00eentorcea mereu aici. \u00cen ora\u0219. La mine. C\u00e2nd mi-a propus s\u0103 ne mai vedem, m-am pref\u0103cut c\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc. Dar \u00een inim\u0103 \u0219tiam deja r\u0103spunsul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2teva zile mai t\u00e2rziu ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een aceea\u0219i cafenea unde, acum 30 de ani, mi-a luat pentru prima dat\u0103 m\u00e2na. Totul era la fel \u2013 oglinda de pe perete, mesele. Doar noi ne schimbasem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seara, c\u00e2nd m-am \u00eentors acas\u0103, pe mas\u0103 era din nou felicitarea. Am trecut cu degetele peste h\u00e2rtia u\u0219or aspr\u0103 \u0219i am \u00een\u021beles: acele litere sunt ca el. Adev\u0103rate, imperfecte, dar apropiate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218tiam c\u0103 povestea noastr\u0103 abia \u00eencepea s\u0103 scrie al doilea capitol. \u0218i de data asta, voiam s\u0103 fie frumos.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Am primit o felicitare de ziua numelui. Simpl\u0103, cu un desen delicat de flori de c\u00e2mp. F\u0103r\u0103 semn\u0103tur\u0103. C\u00e2teva cuvinte \u2013 \u201eTot ce e mai frumos pentru tine\u201d \u2013 scrise cu stiloul, u\u0219or \u00eenclinat, \u00eentr-o caligrafie dureros de cunoscut\u0103. Inima mi-a tres\u0103rit. \u0218tiam. Pur \u0219i simplu \u0219tiam c\u0103 e de la el. Pe masa din … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1171","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1171","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1171"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1171\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1172,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1171\/revisions\/1172"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stiri-faine.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}