{"id":16471,"date":"2013-11-26T08:54:21","date_gmt":"2013-11-26T08:54:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=16471"},"modified":"2013-11-26T08:57:24","modified_gmt":"2013-11-26T08:57:24","slug":"magda-isanos-despre-iubirile-mari","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2013\/11\/26\/magda-isanos-despre-iubirile-mari\/","title":{"rendered":"Magda Isanos: &#8220;Despre iubirile mari&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/magda-razand2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-16474 alignleft\" title=\"magda-razand2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/magda-razand2-232x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"232\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/magda-razand2-232x300.jpg 232w, https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/magda-razand2.jpg 312w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 232px) 100vw, 232px\" \/><\/a>&#8220;Am s\u00e3 v\u00e3 povestesc un vis. De obicei e un lucru neserios s\u00e3 povestesti visuri, ocupatie cu care se \u00eendeletnicesc babele, Freud si fetele nem\u00e3ritate.<br \/>\nTotusi, cu mare risc, o s\u00e3 vi-l povestesc.<br \/>\nE un amalgam al tuturor lecturilor mele de la 15 ani, toate iubirile mele pentru care am pl\u00e2ns (\u00een orele de algebr\u00e3), c\u00e2nd le citeam pe sub banc\u00e3.<br \/>\nM\u00e3 g\u00e3seam \u00eentr-un decor de basm, probabil \u00een insulele Havai, portocali, cipri, nenum\u00e3rate grote luminate (desi asta nu e imposibil) de lun\u00e3.<br \/>\nStiti d-voastr\u00e3 cum e \u00een visuri, totul de-a-ndoaselea.<br \/>\nMarea se rev\u00e3rsa nu stiu de unde, de sus si totusi nu erau valuri, copacii st\u00e3teau echilibristic pe propriul lor v\u00e2rf si din r\u00e3d\u00e3cinile lor parfumate, care nu stiu de ce fumegau &#8211; r\u00e3s\u00e3reau chipuri.<br \/>\nIat\u00e3, Romeo si Julieta, palizi, cu pletele confundate cu vegetatia din jur, alearg\u00e3 pe t\u00e3rmul abia luminat si se \u00eembr\u00e3tiseaz\u00e3.<br \/>\n&#8211; Iubito, s-aude cioc\u00e2rlia!<br \/>\n&#8211; Nu, nu, e privighetoarea.<br \/>\nTotusi e cioc\u00e2rlia, noaptea s-a sf\u00e2rsit si Romeo trebuie s\u00e3 plece \u00een exil.<br \/>\nSunt trist\u00e3. M\u00e3 g\u00e2ndesc c\u00e3 de acum nu se vor \u00eent\u00e2lni dec\u00e2t \u00een cavou.<br \/>\nDa, e mare iubirea aceasta, care a putut \u00eenvinge ura si moartea.<br \/>\nDar n-am apucat s\u00e3-mi revin si se lumineaz\u00e3 puternic; pe o pajiste la picioarele unui deal, un castel. Parc-asi fi fug\u00e3rit o furie alb\u00e3. Dar nu, e Marguerite Gauthier; Armand Duval \u00eei pune salul pe umeri.<br \/>\nCu emotie recunosc fata ei str\u00e3vezie \u00een care ochii ard fericiti.<br \/>\n\u00cen cur\u00e2nd va muri, dar nu \u00eenainte ca Armand Duval s-o p\u00e3r\u00e3seasc\u00e3, nu, si-aicea-i prea mult\u00e3 tristet\u00e3 si dac-as putea, as sili femeile s\u00e3-ti s\u00e3rute m\u00e2na (o, multe femei pe care le cunosc); s\u00e3-ti s\u00e3rute m\u00e2na, Marguerite, pentru c\u00e3 nu se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u00e3 des o inim\u00e3 ca a ta.<br \/>\nPeisagiul fuge prin fata mea.<br \/>\nGrotele \u00eesi misc\u00e3 stalactitele, ele se lovesc unele de altele si aceasta e o muzic\u00e3 minunat\u00e3, \u00een care disting clinchetul de pahare.<br \/>\nPricep despre ce-i vorba. Manon Lescaut si Des Grieux petrec. Ei n-au de unde prevedea drumul acela lung peste ocean, desp\u00e3rtirile nenum\u00e3rate si moartea \u00eentr-un pustiu dusman.<br \/>\nDar nu-i nimic, iubirea lor tr\u00e3ieste, pentru c\u00e3 a \u00eenfruntat ceva mai mult dec\u00e2t greu de \u00eenfruntat: dispretul.<br \/>\n\u00cens\u00e3 nu vreau s\u00e3 mai stau aici.<br \/>\nE asa de trist s\u00e3-mi \u00eenchipui capul gratios al lui Manon \u00eengropat \u00een nisip. Dumnezeule, c\u00e2t\u00e3 liniste!<br \/>\nSi de unde au r\u00e3s\u00e3rit muntii acestia?<br \/>\nUn c\u00e3l\u00e3ret tine pe sa o femeie.<br \/>\nManteluta ei neagr\u00e3 alunec\u00e3 de pe umeri si Carmen spune: stiu c\u00e3 ai s\u00e3 m\u00e3 ucizi; o pisic\u00e3 ne-a t\u00e3iat drumul, mi s-a zb\u00e3tut ochiul st\u00e2ng, \u00eens\u00e3 nu vreau s\u00e3 tr\u00e3iesc dec\u00e2t liber\u00e3.<br \/>\nDe data asta n-a mai trebuit s\u00e3 fug; calul mergea repede. \u00cen cur\u00e2nd eram singur\u00e3 si m\u00e3 asezasem jos obosit\u00e3.<br \/>\nAtunci am v\u00e3zut, venind spre mine un b\u00e3rbat si o femeie, aproape b\u00e3tr\u00e2ni. Hainele lor erau simple, fetele linistite, atr\u00e3g\u00e3toare.<br \/>\n&#8211; Dar voi cine sunteti?<br \/>\n&#8211; Ce c\u00e3utati aici, \u00een tara iubirilor mari?<br \/>\nF\u00e3r\u00e3 s\u00e3-mi r\u00e3spund\u00e3, s-au asezat l\u00e2ng\u00e3 mine, si tacticos, cum fac b\u00e3tr\u00e2nii au spus:<br \/>\n&#8211; Nu stim despre ce vrei s\u00e3 vorbesti, noi, slav\u00e3 Domnului, ne iubim de 40 de ani, de c\u00e2nd ne-am luat.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><center>*<\/center><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Si m-am g\u00e2ndit: moartea, destinul, dispretul, nu-ti trebuie dec\u00e2t tinerete ca s\u00e3 le r\u00e2zi \u00een nas.<br \/>\nDar patruzeci de ani! Asta e dragostea cea mare!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">(&#8220;Iasul&#8221;, luni 16 mai 1938)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Magda Isanos<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Sursa: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.isanos.ro\/\">http:\/\/www.isanos.ro\/<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Am s\u00e3 v\u00e3 povestesc un vis. 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