{"id":10914,"date":"2013-03-06T09:30:47","date_gmt":"2013-03-06T09:30:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=10914"},"modified":"2013-03-06T11:07:26","modified_gmt":"2013-03-06T11:07:26","slug":"mircea-micu-%e2%80%9eingerul-cu-o-carte-in-maini%e2%80%9c","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/03\/06\/mircea-micu-%e2%80%9eingerul-cu-o-carte-in-maini%e2%80%9c\/","title":{"rendered":"Mircea Micu: \u201e\u00cengerul cu o carte \u00een m\u00e2ini\u201c"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Nichita-Autoportret.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-10915 alignleft\" title=\"Nichita-Autoportret\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Nichita-Autoportret-300x190.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"190\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Nichita-Autoportret-300x190.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Nichita-Autoportret-1024x651.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/Nichita-Autoportret.jpg 1892w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>El nu avea trup, era un fel de crin cu aerul in el.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0 Era frumos ca un inger dar nu avea chip, numai imaginatia nostra\u00a0 ii recompune\u00a0 efigia de\u00a0 imparat roman abia deslusita pe monedele\u00a0 de la inceputurile\u00a0 Lumii.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0Ochiul meu ostenit\u00a0 mi-l readuce asa cum l-am vazut ultima oara in spatiul de clor al unei camere de spital.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0Cineva il imbracase\u00a0 elegant, in unicul sau costum de duminica si , cum statea tacut si impasibil, mi se parea un ginere trist care se odihneste inaintea ceremoniei\u00a0 mult ravnite.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Cineva il imbracase fumos. Fata lui luminata de fulgerele\u00a0 noptilor refuzate somnului avea ceva din\u00a0 solemnitatea fragila a zapezilor dintai\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Un zambet secret, fin si ironic\u00a0 ma\u00a0 apropia de el\u00a0 linistindu-ma. Mi se parea ca urma sa se\u00a0 ridice\u00a0 zburand \u201d prin aer\u00a0 si prin ziduri, asa cum fluturi un steag infrant\u201d\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0Cineva il imbracase\u00a0 frumos si , deodata, simtind cum ma patrunde stiletul singuratatiil-am strigat soptind: NICHITA !<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>N-a raspuns desi putea sa vorbeasca si\u00a0 nici nu am indraznit sa ma apropii prea mult\u00a0 si sa-i intind lujerul florii\u00a0 ce-mi inghetase in pumnul strans.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Simteam cum \u201co tona de zapada peste noi se rastoarna\u201d\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>\u00a0Floarea mi s-a parut\u00a0 ca\u00a0 un glont al singuratii pandind aerul.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>O refuza zambind si mi se\u00a0 paru ca il aud:\u00a0 A mirosi o floare\u00a0 este un fapt\u00a0 de\u00a0 mare rusine\u2026E ca si cum de propria mama ti-ai apropia narile\u201d\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Cineva il imbracase frumos ca pe un ginere pregatit pentru o tainica dar indelung ravnita ceremonie.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Un zambet secret, o sfidare ironic-miloasa ma preface intr-o sabie de gheata.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Si floarea isi desfacu brusc bobocul\u00a0 explodand in spatiul de clor al acelei camere neutre de spital.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><strong>Niciodata n-am sa invat ca el a murit\u2026\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>MIRCEA\u00a0 MICU<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/luceafarul.wordpress.com\/atitudini\/\">http:\/\/luceafarul.wordpress.com\/atitudini\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>El nu avea trup, era un fel de crin cu aerul in el. \u00a0 Era frumos ca un inger dar [&#038;hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole","category-linkuri-externe"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10914","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10914"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10917,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10914\/revisions\/10917"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}