Era o femeie trecut\u0103 de \u0219aizeci de ani.<\/p>\n
Avea ochii obosi\u021bi \u0219i \u021binea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 o g\u0103leat\u0103 mic\u0103 \u0219i o pereche de m\u0103nu\u0219i de gr\u0103din\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu p\u0103rea speriat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Doar trist\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00cemi pare r\u0103u, a spus \u00eencet. Dar florile acestea nu ar trebui s\u0103 fie aici.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cum adic\u0103 nu ar trebui s\u0103 fie aici? Este morm\u00e2ntul mamei mele.<\/p>\n
A \u00eencuviin\u021bat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tiu.<\/p>\n
Furia mea a crescut.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Atunci de ce le arunca\u021bi?<\/p>\n
Femeia \u0219i-a cobor\u00e2t privirea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru c\u0103 asta a fost ultima dorin\u021b\u0103 a ei.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 \u00eemi fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce spune\u021bi?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mama dumneavoastr\u0103 m-a rugat, \u00eenainte s\u0103 moar\u0103, ca pe morm\u00e2ntul ei s\u0103 nu fie niciodat\u0103 flori t\u0103iate.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas privind-o f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cine sunte\u021bi?<\/p>\n
\u2014 M\u0103 numesc Elena. Am fost prietena ei cea mai bun\u0103 aproape treizeci de ani.<\/p>\n
Nu-mi aminteam s\u0103 fi auzit vreodat\u0103 numele acesta.<\/p>\n
Parc\u0103 mi-a citit g\u00e2ndurile.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tiu. Mama dumneavoastr\u0103 nu vorbea prea mult despre mine. Ne vedeam rar \u00een ultimii ani, dar \u021bineam leg\u0103tura.<\/p>\n
A deschis geanta \u0219i a scos un plic \u00eeng\u0103lbenit.<\/p>\n
Pe el era scris numele meu.<\/p>\n
Mi s-au \u00eenmuiat genunchii.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ea mi-a l\u0103sat aceast\u0103 scrisoare. Mi-a spus s\u0103 v-o dau doar dac\u0103 v\u0103d c\u0103 continua\u021bi s\u0103 aduce\u021bi flori \u0219i c\u0103 nu reu\u0219esc s\u0103 v\u0103 explic altfel.<\/p>\n
Am desf\u0103cut plicul cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nde.<\/p>\n
Scrisul era, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103, al mamei.<\/p>\n
\u201eDrag\u0103 Ana,<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 cite\u0219ti aceast\u0103 scrisoare, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 Elena \u0219i-a f\u0103cut curaj s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 cu tine.<\/p>\n
Te rog s\u0103 nu te superi pe ea.<\/p>\n
Florile t\u0103iate au fost \u00eentotdeauna cel mai trist lucru pentru mine.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi aminteau c\u0103 frumuse\u021bea poate fi rupt\u0103 doar pentru a rezista c\u00e2teva zile.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 sim\u021bi aproape, nu-mi aduce buchete.<\/p>\n
Planteaz\u0103 ceva viu.<\/p>\n
Un copac.<\/p>\n
Un trandafir.<\/p>\n
O floare care s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103 iar \u0219i iar.<\/p>\n
Via\u021ba trebuie s\u0103 continue, nu s\u0103 fie t\u0103iat\u0103 pentru c\u00e2teva clipe de frumuse\u021be.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimile au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi curg\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dau seama.<\/p>\n
Am continuat s\u0103 citesc.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218tiu c\u0103 vei veni des la morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Dar mi-a\u0219 dori mai mult s\u0103 te v\u0103d bucur\u00e2ndu-te de via\u021b\u0103 dec\u00e2t pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 o piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Promite-mi c\u0103 vei face asta.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am \u00eemp\u0103turit scrisoarea cu grij\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce nu mi-a spus niciodat\u0103?<\/p>\n
Elena a z\u00e2mbit cu triste\u021be.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru c\u0103 \u0219tia c\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd pierzi pe cineva, ai nevoie mai \u00eent\u00e2i de propriul t\u0103u drum prin durere.<\/p>\n
\u00cen ziua aceea nu am mai cump\u0103rat alte flori.<\/p>\n
\u00cen schimb, \u00eenainte s\u0103 plec, am \u00eentrebat administra\u021bia cimitirului dac\u0103 pot planta un trandafir alb l\u00e2ng\u0103 morm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Au fost de acord.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni mai t\u00e2rziu, l-am plantat \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Elena.<\/p>\n
\u00cen fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eel vedeam \u00eenflorind.<\/p>\n
Nu era nevoie s\u0103 aduc alt buchet.<\/p>\n
Mama avea dreptate.<\/p>\n
Trandafirul acela spunea mai multe dec\u00e2t orice floare t\u0103iat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Eu \u0219i Elena am r\u0103mas apropiate.<\/p>\n
Mi-a povestit despre tinere\u021bea mamei, despre visele ei \u0219i despre lucruri pe care nu le \u0219tiusem niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am descoperit o parte din ea pe care timpul \u0219i rutina o ascunseser\u0103.<\/p>\n
Acum, de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd merg la cimitir, duc doar o stropitoare cu ap\u0103 \u0219i c\u00e2teva minute din timpul meu.<\/p>\n
\u00cengrijesc trandafirul.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 a\u0219ez pe banc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i vorbesc cu mama.<\/p>\n
Nu despre moarte.<\/p>\n
Ci despre via\u021ba pe care \u00eenc\u0103 o tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n
Iar de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd v\u0103d trandafirul \u00eenflorind din nou, \u00eemi amintesc c\u0103 unele iubiri nu au nevoie de flori t\u0103iate ca s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 vii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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