{"id":23498,"date":"2015-04-26T15:44:03","date_gmt":"2015-04-26T15:44:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=23498"},"modified":"2015-04-27T07:36:26","modified_gmt":"2015-04-27T07:36:26","slug":"adrian-botez-privirea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2015\/04\/26\/adrian-botez-privirea\/","title":{"rendered":"Adrian Botez: Privirea"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>\u2026Clipi des \u015fi puternic, din pleoapa dreapt\u0103, pentru a alunga un strop de s\u00e2nge, care voia s\u0103-i cad\u0103, de pe gene, drept \u00een lumina trist\u0103 a ochiului. Marea mul\u0163imii din pia\u0163\u0103 v\u0103lurea, furtunatic, cu \u00eenveninat\u0103 \u015fi rea tulburare \u2013 iar la Gavafta, omul din scaunul de judecat\u0103, \u00een straie pr\u0103fuite, de r\u0103zboinic f\u0103r\u0103 de r\u0103gaz, obosit \u015fi \u00eenfr\u00e2nt, st\u0103tea cu capul \u00eentre palme.<\/p>\n

\u201e\u2026Acela de colo, care-\u015fi for\u0163eaz\u0103 pl\u0103m\u00e2nii s\u0103 urle, mai tare dec\u00e2t to\u0163i cei din preajm\u0103, este Ishmael, care-\u015fi zice, chipurile, <<cizmar<\/strong><\/em>>>\u201d<\/strong><\/em> \u2013 <\/strong><\/em>\u2026murmur\u0103, \u00een sinea sa, cu ochii arz\u00e2nd de am\u0103r\u0103ciune, acuzatul \u015fi, deja, condamnatul mul\u0163imii ur\u00e2t mirositoare. \u201eNu e o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 de c\u00e2nd l-am ridicat, teaf\u0103r, din patul lui de paralitic\u2026Ce gur\u0103 mare deschide, strig\u00e2ndu-mi moartea! \u2013 parc\u0103-i o pe\u015fter\u0103, din care stai s\u0103 vezi, str\u00e2ns \u00een spate de nelini\u015fte, dac\u0103 nu iese vreun t\u00e2lhar, ori uciga\u015f! De c\u00e2t a stat, tol\u0103nit de boal\u0103, \u00een pat, i-au picat to\u0163i din\u0163ii\u2026Niciodat\u0103, nici \u00eenainte de paralizie, nici dup\u0103, n-a fost \u00een stare s\u0103 prind\u0103 zdrav\u0103n curelele, la sandalele pe care le face, spre a le vinde, cu folos \u00eendoielnic. Dup\u0103 o zi, numai, de purtat sandalele f\u0103cute de c\u00e2rpaciul \u0103sta, curelele sar ca \u015ferpii, \u00een toate p\u0103r\u0163ile, exasper\u00e2ndu-i pe mahalagiii care cump\u0103r\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103, de la el\u2026.vai de negustoria lui\u2026tot a\u015fa \u015fi sufletul i se f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 \u015fi i se risipe\u015fte, \u00een toate p\u0103r\u0163ile, \u015fi i se-nvenineaz\u0103 de neputin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi ne\u015ftiin\u0163e, ca \u015fi curelele sandalelor lucrate de el, gre\u015fit g\u00e2ndite \u015fi prost croite\u2026 <\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Mai clipi o dat\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 mai energic dec\u00e2t prima oar\u0103, pentru c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 un fir de s\u00e2nge, prelins de pe frunte, \u00eei \u00eentuneca vederea. \u015ei el voia s\u0103 vad\u0103, s\u0103 le vad\u0103 fe\u0163ele \u015fi sufletele, celor \u00eenmul\u0163i\u0163i, de v\u00e2nturi rele \u015fi de curajul la\u015filor, \u00een pia\u0163a uria\u015f\u0103 \u2013 s\u0103 le vad\u0103, fe\u0163ele \u015fi sufletele astea, de c\u00e2t mai aproape \u015fi c\u00e2t mai deslu\u015fit.<\/p>\n

\u201e\u2026Nici nu-\u015fi aminte\u015fte mai departe de ziua de ieri, s\u0103rmanul nerod, \u00eenver\u015funat \u015fi \u00eenfumurat\u2026\u015ei, uite, l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, rufoas\u0103 \u015fi l\u0103\u0163oas\u0103, \u00eeng\u0103lata lui nevast\u0103, Sara: strig\u0103, \u015fi ea, anapoda, dar cu gura c\u00e2t \u015fura, numai s\u0103 se bage, cumva, \u00een seam\u0103\u2026Eh, uite-i \u015fi pe Abel zidarul, \u015fi pe Enoh, gunoierul, cu burta parc\u0103 plin\u0103 de toate gunoaiele lumii\u2026\u015fi uite-l \u015fi pe Irad, \u0163\u0103ranul cel bogat, cu ochi goi \u015fi albi \u2013 n-a g\u00e2ndit, sub fruntea lui \u00eengust\u0103, \u00een toat\u0103 via\u0163a lui, dec\u00e2t la sf\u00e2nta burt\u0103\u2026 <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Pe tustrei i-am de\u015fteptat din moarte, adic\u0103, din boala cea mai \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2nat\u0103 \u015fi conving\u0103toare, prin suprema minciun\u0103 a celui r\u0103u \u2013 nu-i luna-mplinit\u0103 de c\u00e2nd i-am trezit, din nou, spre lumin\u0103! \u2013 iar ei s-au culcat, tustrei (de\u00eendat\u0103 ce nu le-am mai fost lucr\u0103tor, \u00een casa lor, la vie\u0163ile lor, str\u00e2mbate-ntru moarte! ) \u2013 cu mare tihn\u0103 s-au culcat, \u00een orbire, tustrei\u2026s-au dedat, iar\u0103\u015fi, tustrei, priveghiului viciului bolii, cel crunt, lacom n\u0103pustitul uciga\u015f de duhuri\u2026 <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026Da-da, parc\u0103 puteau s\u0103 lipseasc\u0103, de la acest circ al mor\u0163ii, Maleleil, l\u00e2narul \u2013 c\u00e2t de murdar\u0103 \u015fi r\u0103u-mirositoare a fost, dintotdeauna, l\u00e2na lui! \u2013 o, c\u00e2t de nesp\u0103lat \u015fi de puturos viteaz\u2026, s-a proptit, pe am\u00e2ndou\u0103 picioarele lui, groase c\u00e2t butucii, cu putorile lui sleite pe trup, s-a proptit drept \u00een fa\u0163\u0103, \u00een fa\u0163a chiar a lui Ishmael-c\u00e2rpaciul, acum! \u2013 \u015fi-mi strig\u0103, \u00eemi rage, s\u0103rmanul neghiob, c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 mor, pentru bucuria prostiei lui \u015fi pentru orgoliul de vulturi hoitari, al preo\u0163ilor cu suflete \u00eenn\u0103molite de frica l\u0103comiei lor nes\u0103turate, l\u0103comie \u00eencovrigat\u0103 \u015fi m\u00e2r\u00e2itoare, precum c\u00e2inii, ca s\u0103 nu cumva s\u0103 le dispar\u0103 osul cel gras, de sub nas!\u2026c\u00e2nd z\u0103cea, albit de lepre \u015fi preg\u0103tit de moarte, parc\u0103 nu era tot a\u015fa de zgomotos, s\u0103rmanul\u2026 \u2013 \u2026\u015fi Lameh, cer\u015fetorul, iaca: o, c\u00e2t de m\u00e2ndri erau, atunci, am\u00e2ndoi, c\u00e2nd i-am cur\u0103\u0163at, p\u00e2n\u0103 la helge, de grea\u0163a alb\u0103 \u015fi putred\u0103 a leprelor, \u015fi, uite, acum, c\u0103, din nou, sunt plini de bubele cele otr\u0103vite, precum ciupercile ro\u015fii, ale leprei ad\u00e2ncite \u00een suflete! Oh, oric\u00e2t de s\u0103rmani \u015fi grozavi, chiar \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nt\u0103tori a\u0163i fi fost, pentru muierile voastre slabe \u015fi pentru pruncii vo\u015ftri cei nesp\u0103la\u0163i \u2013 a\u015fa cum era\u0163i atunci: f\u0103r\u0103 degete, f\u0103r\u0103 de nas, cu urechile c\u0103z\u00e2ndu-v\u0103, ca frunzele cele putrede, \u00een fiertura pe care, cu umilin\u0163\u0103, o \u00eenghi\u0163ea\u0163i, r\u0103pit\u0103 din v\u00e2rful furcilor oamenilor cu fumuri negre! \u2013 \u015fi tot era\u0163i mai frumo\u015fi, nem\u0103rginit mai frumo\u015fi, dec\u00e2t azi, c\u00e2nd sunte\u0163i m\u00e2nca\u0163i, de vii, de bubele nerecuno\u015ftin\u0163ei, ale nesim\u0163itei uit\u0103ri<\/strong><\/em>\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026Oare chiar meritau ei, to\u0163i ace\u015fti \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163i de boal\u0103, osteneala vindec\u0103rilor mele? C\u00e2t de u\u015for e s\u0103 vindeci ce se vede, de-afar\u0103 \u015fi de to\u0163i, c\u0103-i putred \u2013 \u015fi c\u00e2t de greu este s\u0103-i dezve\u0163i (pe cei afla\u0163i \u00een leag\u0103nul adormitor al bolii!), de dragostea \u015fi de l\u0103f\u0103ielile bolii\u2026Vor trece, de-acuma, mii \u015fi mii de ani, \u015fi tot nu va \u00eenainta prea mult lecuirea, f\u0103r\u0103 de renun\u0163area lor, de bun\u0103-voie, la viciul \u00eent\u0103r\u00e2tat al bolilor! Ei nu sufer\u0103, \u00eemboln\u0103vi\u0163i fiind \u2013 ci se r\u0103zg\u00e2ie, \u00eentru secret\u0103 bucurie, cu neispr\u0103virea lor \u015fi cu groz\u0103via bubelor\u2026cocolo\u015fesc boala \u00een ei, nu cumva s\u0103 plece de la ei, s\u0103-i lase f\u0103r\u0103 tainica desf\u0103tare \u00eentru r\u0103u\u2026! <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Cine-i mai d\u0103 de poman\u0103, acum, lui Lameh, cer\u015fetorul, c\u00e2nd nu mai au cum \u015fi de ce se \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2nta, cu secret\u0103 voluptate, <<milo\u015fii>>, de putreziciunile lui puturoase \u015fi care, prin mine, nu mai sunt vizibile?<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u00ce\u015fi \u00eengrop\u0103, \u015fi el, condamnatul, capul, \u00een piept, pentru o clip\u0103 de amar cumplit \u015fi \u00eenvins\u2026\u00eenjunghiat de cea mai crunt\u0103 durere, pe care o va \u00eencerca, vreodat\u0103 (pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ca \u015fi \u00een ceruri!) \u2013 \u2026dar nu putea s\u0103 \u015fi-l \u00eengroape \u00eentre palmele, reci \u015fi alin\u0103toare, precum o f\u0103cea nefericitul cel\u0103lalt, cel din tronul Gavaftei (\u015fi el un tragic \u00eenvins!), pentru c\u0103 avea m\u00e2inile str\u00e2ns legate (p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge\u2026), la spate.<\/p>\n

\u201eIuda\u2026Iuda\u2026C\u00e2t de mult te-am mustrat \u015fi iubit, c\u00e2t de \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2nat credeai tu \u00een elegan\u0163a de salon \u2013 salon \u00eenc\u0103rcat de grele \u015fi nes\u0103n\u0103toase mirozne (elegan\u0163\u0103 de vitrin\u0103, pe care ai visat-o cu \u00eenver\u015funare, \u00eentr-una \u015fi zadarnic!) \u2013 ai crezut \u00een to\u0163i zeii nimicniciei, dar nu \u015fi-n mine\u2026c\u00e2t de naiv ai fost\u2026cel mai naiv \u00eenv\u0103\u0163\u0103cel al meu! Peste veac, to\u0163i c\u00e2\u0163i se vor trage din s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a ta, de \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at, de fariseu \u00eenchipuit, se vor blestema singuri, prin faptele lor, \u00eenspre tr\u0103darea cea cald\u0103 \u015fi comod\u0103\u2026Ai crezut, at\u00e2t de lesne \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 strop de chibzuial\u0103, \u00een omenia acestor criminali de profesie \u2013 preo\u0163ii Templului! Ai crezut \u00een cur\u0103\u0163enia lepro\u015filor \u0103stora jalnici, c\u0103rora nu tu, orbule \u015fi nec\u0103jitule, ci eu le-am cercetat dulcea\u0163a alb\u0103 \u015fi otr\u0103vit\u0103 a leprelor, \u015fi \u0163i-am spus \u2013 de c\u00e2te ori nu \u0163i-am spus, Iuda, nefericitule \u015fi nec\u0103jitule! \u2013 c\u0103 ei n-au leac, c\u00e2t nu vor \u00een\u0163elege c\u0103 leacul definitiv e \u00een ei \u2013 luminarea pielii este \u00een credin\u0163a sufletului luminat: eu le dau jos zugr\u0103veala pl\u0103gilor pielii, \u015fi ei \u015fi-o pun la loc, de\u00eendat\u0103! \u2013 se zugr\u0103vesc cu pl\u0103gi, \u00eenc\u0103 \u015fi mai oribile, pe din\u0103untru, \u00een Duh. <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026Popor ingrat\u2026popor de sminti\u0163i, cocolo\u015fitor de boli \u015fi pl\u0103gi, \u00eendr\u0103gostitule de toate bolile posibile \u015fi \u00eenchipuite, iscate, \u00een trup, de necredin\u0163a ta \u00een Duh \u015fi-n Iubire! <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026V\u0103 m\u00e2ndri\u0163i cu ce nu-i al vostru, precum cucul ori pup\u0103za, \u015fi v\u0103 ru\u015fina\u0163i c\u00e2nd, din \u00eent\u00e2mplare, gre\u015fi\u0163i! \u2013 \u015fi sunte\u0163i, pentru o clip\u0103, cinsti\u0163i\u2026c\u00e2nd, pentru o clipit\u0103, oglinda nu v\u0103 arat\u0103 smoli\u0163i, cu totul, de p\u0103catele cele mai pline de grea\u0163\u0103, ci str\u0103fulgera\u0163i de o \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare bun\u0103-f\u0103ptuire!\u2026Iat\u0103, acolo, \u00een mijlocul turmei, iat\u0103-l pe omul \u00eentreg: samariteanul acela, care s-a \u00eentors \u015fi mi-a mul\u0163umit (singurul, dintre cele zece paia\u0163e albe de lepr\u0103!), cu adev\u0103rat\u0103 smerenie, pentru luminarea trupului, de gunoiul leprelor\u2026singurul \u00eentors, \u00eenspre mul\u0163umire \u015fi recuno\u015ftin\u0163\u0103! \u2013 singurul care nu \u015fi-a m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat, cu duio\u015fie patern\u0103, bubele puturoase\u2026cum se va fi strecurat el, oare, \u00een Ierusalimul acesta, \u00een Cetatea cea f\u0103r\u0103 de \u00cen\u0163elegere? \u2013 \u2026uite c\u00e2t de m\u00e2ndru \u015fi demn tace, \u015fi numai ochii \u00eei sc\u00e2nteiaz\u0103, dispre\u0163uitori \u015fi \u00eendurera\u0163i, totdeodat\u0103, \u00eendrepta\u0163i c\u0103tre str\u0103inii str\u00e2n\u015fi, hait\u0103, \u00een jurul s\u0103u\u2026, da, hait\u0103 de popi \u015fi de negustori, de me\u015fte\u015fugari ai nerecuno\u015ftin\u0163ei \u015fi de cer\u015fetori vicleni, \u00eentru ale l\u0103comiei\u2026to\u0163i necura\u0163i, to\u0163i gudura\u0163i, alinta\u0163i, \u00eentre puhoiuri de bube\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026Smerenia curat\u0103 \u015fi mul\u0163umitoare, \u00eentru recunoa\u015fterea luminii, nu-i sclavie, ci este \u00eenceputul \u00cemp\u0103r\u0103\u0163iei Duhului \u015fi al m\u00e2ndriei celei s\u0103n\u0103toase \u015fi drepte, care te ridic\u0103, din pulberi, p\u00e2n\u0103 la ceruri, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een v\u0103zduhul al zecelea!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

Privirea de foc a condamnatului se opri la o margine a Gavaftei, acolo unde, nebun de bucurie, pentru nedreptatea hot\u0103r\u00e2rii unui popor de lepro\u015fi \u015fi de orbi\u2026 \u2013 un zelot de frunte, iertat cu via\u0163\u0103 (prin l\u0103tr\u0103turile haitei!), acum s\u0103rea \u00een sus, chiuind, de parc\u0103 voia s\u0103 \u00eencerce at\u00e2t rezisten\u0163a gliei, dar \u015fi c\u00e2t de larg deschis va fi fiind g\u00e2rliciul v\u0103zduhului luminat\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201eS\u0103rman r\u0103t\u0103cit\u2026 Acum, te bucuri, nebun, de moartea mea \u015fi de via\u0163a ta, una pentru alta \u2013 pre\u0163uite, am\u00e2ndou\u0103, de aceast\u0103 mul\u0163ime puturoas\u0103. Din bucuria asta a ta, de acum, nu va r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t fierea \u00eentreb\u0103rilor \u015fi a tulbur\u0103rilor! C\u00e2t\u0103 nefericire, cu adev\u0103rat, aduce averea nepre\u0163uit\u0103 a con\u015ftiin\u0163ei\u2026 \u2013 \u015fi tu, s\u0103rman orbit de al\u0163i orbi, c\u00e2t \u015fi tine de orbi, vei fi fr\u0103m\u00e2ntat de averea pieptului t\u0103u larg, \u00eenecat de zbaterile nel\u0103muririlor tale\u2026Acum te bucuri, tu, cel s\u00e2ngeros cumplit \u015fi cu nedreptate diavoleasc\u0103, \u00een cuget! \u2013 cu s\u00e2ngele uitat, \u00eenchegat, pe palmele m\u00e2inilor tale \u2013 \u2026o clip\u0103, doar una, te bucuri, ca \u015fi nefericitul meu Iuda, c\u00e2nd a crezut c\u0103 Marele Preot \u00eel va l\u0103uda, pentru visul lui g\u0103unos, visul \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103rii celor de ne\u00eemp\u0103cat: Duhul meu de Iubire, cu Templul Mamonei\u2026 \u2013 \u2026dar c\u00e2t \u00ee\u0163i va mai \u0163ine firul vie\u0163ii, nu vei mai afla nu bucurie, ci nici m\u0103car o raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103 deplin\u0103 \u2013 \u015fi, de\u015fi con\u015ftiin\u0163a \u0163i se vindec\u0103, \u00eencep\u00e2nd din aceste clipe, treptat, de dragostea de boal\u0103 \u015fi de puturoasele bube, to\u0163i te vor numi \u015fi te vor \u00eeneca sub flegme (\u2026ca \u015fi pe mine, pe calea mea, cea \u00eenspinat\u0103 \u015fi asumat\u0103!), te vor \u00eeneca, a\u015fa cum numai ei, speciali\u015ftii nedrept\u0103\u0163ii, \u015ftiu! \u2013 te vor \u00eeneca \u015fi ucide, sub vorba <<lepros>>!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u2026Condamnatul norodului celui spuzit de lepre auzi, deodat\u0103, vocea omului care-\u015fi ridicase capul, cumplit de ostenit \u015fi \u00eendurerat, dintre palme \u2013 \u015fi vocea suna, dezolant, cu slovele disper\u0103rii \u015fi sc\u00e2rbei scrise pe suflarea ei, acum devenit\u0103 nefiresc \u015fuierat\u0103, de at\u00e2tea osteneli, \u015fi g\u00e2f\u00e2ieli, \u015fi de r\u0103gu\u015feli de comenzi, \u00een toiul b\u0103t\u0103liilor, nenum\u0103rate, ale vie\u0163ii sale\u2026 \u2013 \u2026suna cumplit, precum un clopot de \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare s\u0103rac\u0103, printre cioclii neru\u015fina\u0163i \u015fi blasfematori:<\/p>\n

\u201e\u2013<\/strong>R\u0103stigni-ve\u0163i, oare, pe-mp\u0103ratul vostru?<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Iar turma de hiene \u015fi vulpi, din pia\u0163a f\u0103r\u0103 de nicio zare, turma url\u00e2nd (chipurile, m\u00e2niat\u0103 de cel v\u0103zut \u015fi vorbitor, dar teribil de supus\u0103, fa\u0163\u0103 de nev\u0103zutul nevorbitor) \u2013 se sume\u0163i, av\u00e2nd curajul \u00eengre\u0163o\u015f\u0103tor al la\u015fului \u015fi ling\u0103ului de meserie:<\/p>\n

\u201e\u2013<\/strong>Noi nu avem \u00eemp\u0103rat, ci numai pe Cezarul!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026Omul \u00een zale \u00ee\u015fi plec\u0103, vreo c\u00e2teva clipe, iar\u0103\u015fi, capul cel \u00eendurerat, \u00een piept. Apoi, \u015fi-l r\u0103s\u0103ri, din nou, ca iluminat de exasperare:<\/p>\n

\u201e-Nevinovat sunt eu de s\u00e2ngele dreptului acestuia: voi ve\u0163i tr\u0103i \u015fi ve\u0163i vedea! Eu, a\u015fa cum e \u015fi firesc, nu voi mai apuca, dar, spre deosebire de voi, eu \u015ftiu<\/strong><\/em>\u2026\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ca o turm\u0103 de elefan\u0163i pitici, turba\u0163i \u015fi sfriji\u0163i, se \u00eempinse mul\u0163imea de hiene, spre locul de unde venea vocea exasperat\u0103 \u2013 \u015fi to\u0163i strigar\u0103, sfid\u0103tor \u015fi cu voci grozav de tocite, \u00een milenii de orbire, trecut\u0103 \u015fi viitoare:<\/p>\n

\u201e\u2013<\/strong>S\u00e2ngele lui s\u0103 fie asupra noastr\u0103 \u015fi asupra copiilor no\u015ftri! Huoooo! Huooo! S\u0103 se r\u0103stigneasc\u0103, s\u0103 se r\u0103stigneasc\u0103, acum, pe loc, Hristosul!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u015ei, dintr-o latur\u0103 a Gavaftei, se auzi \u015fuierul gras, al \u015ferpilor pope\u015fti, \u015fuierul otr\u0103vit, al \u015fantajului neru\u015finat:<\/p>\n

\u201e-\u2026R\u0103stigne\u015fte-l, r\u0103stigne\u015fte-l mai iute\u2026hai odat\u0103! \u2013 sau, dac\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rzii, dac\u0103, fie \u015fi o clip\u0103, vei mai \u015fov\u0103i, te vom p\u00e2r\u00ee lui Tiberiu, cel care-i \u00eengropat \u00een cametele noastre\u2026!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sc\u00e2rbit, r\u0103zboinicul d\u0103du, a lehamite, din m\u00e2n\u0103, \u015fi disp\u0103ru, dup\u0103 cortina cea ro\u015fie a intr\u0103rii palatului, dinspre Gavafta\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026Dar privirea, necru\u0163\u0103toare \u015fi \u00eendurerat\u0103, de judec\u0103tor judecat, a condamnatului, nu conteni s\u0103 scurme r\u0103nile de lepr\u0103, ale turmei umane din pia\u0163a neru\u015fin\u0103rii, dar neuit\u00e2nd s\u0103 se mire \u015fi de cel disp\u0103rut (\u00eendurerat \u015fi ostenit de moarte), dup\u0103 cortin\u0103:<\/p>\n

\u201eO, o, o, \u015fi se mai zice c\u0103 romanii sunt p\u0103g\u00e2ni \u015fi ni\u015fte sold\u0103\u0163oi pro\u015fti! Uite, uite la o\u015fteanul \u0103sta, plin de am\u0103r\u0103ciunea faptei sale, de care nu e vinovat, ci la care \u00eel silesc, cu obr\u0103znicie, haitele mor\u0163ii\u2026! R\u0103zboinicul f\u0103r\u0103 de r\u0103gaz nu are r\u0103gaz nici s\u0103 orbeasc\u0103! O, o, o! C\u00e2t\u0103 lumin\u0103 a intrat \u00een ochii acestui r\u0103zboinic cinstit\u2026c\u00e2t\u0103 lumin\u0103! \u015ei c\u00e2t\u0103 lumin\u0103 va intra, peste veac, \u00een inimile popoarelor de peste mare, rude, \u00eentru s\u00e2nge \u015fi Duh (\u00eenc\u0103 din cea mai ad\u00e2nc\u0103 vechime!), cu acest vrednic o\u015ftean!\u2026<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

\u2026Nu-i nimic, chiar nu-i nimic nou, voi, popor de uita\u0163i \u015fi de uluitoare uit\u0103ri: cu privirea mea, din v\u0103zduhul sf\u00e2nt, pe care sufletele f\u0103r\u0103 de aripi nu-l \u015ftiu \u015fi sufletele f\u0103r\u0103 de aripi strig\u0103 \u00eempotriva lui, v\u0103 voi topi \u015fi arde, peste veac, tuturor celor dispera\u0163i de \u00eentreb\u0103ri dureroase \u015fi tulburi (\u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 ceas \u015fi r\u0103spuns!), ca \u015fi tuturor celor r\u0103u \u00eencredin\u0163a\u0163i, v\u0103 voi topi toate leprele, toate pieli\u0163ele cele albe, de pe ochii vo\u015ftri, cei at\u00e2t de cumplit \u015fi-ndelung chinui\u0163i, de fel \u015fi soi de orbiri ale vremurilor! Privirea mea asupra lor, deasupra voastr\u0103, cobor\u00e2nd \u015fi suind, din veac \u00een veac, p\u0103\u015find prag de ve\u015fnicie \u015fi de lumin\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 de amurg\u2026!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

O lacrim\u0103 de umilit\u0103 am\u0103r\u0103ciune \u015fi, totdeodat\u0103, de dumnezeiasc\u0103 n\u0103d\u0103jduire, sp\u0103l\u0103 \u015fi \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103r\u0103 tot s\u00e2ngele cel \u00eencleiat al condamnatului f\u0103r\u0103 de vin\u0103 \u2013 s\u00e2ngele de-acum, de pe pleoape, de pe frunte\u2026mai cu seam\u0103 din suflet! \u2013 precum \u015fi cel viitor, din palme, din t\u0103lpi \u015fi din coasta lui, cea cosmic-sim\u0163itoare, coast\u0103 vibr\u00e2nd \u00een acela\u015fi ritm cu M\u0103rea\u0163a Crea\u0163ie Deplin\u0103, a Lumii Celei Una\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026\u015ei, \u00een acea dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103, istoricii lumii spun (pu\u0163ini spun, c\u00e2\u0163i n-au avut, atunci, poate, alte treburi\u2026 \u2013 \u2026treburi ale spumei \u015fi treburi tot at\u00e2t de \u00eenalte \u015fi pline de vlag\u0103, c\u00e2t \u015fi vreascurile\u2026) \u2013 spun \u015fi scriu, da, precum c\u0103, pe un v\u00e2rf de deal, din Iudeea lui Irod Antipa, a fost r\u0103stignit, ru\u015finos \u015fi du\u015fm\u0103nos, \u00eentre doi s\u0103rmani vinova\u0163i, un om nevinovat.<\/p>\n

\u2026Dar imaginea \u015fi privirea lui nu i-a tulburat \u015fi nu i-a scos din firea lor, mai apoi, doar pe istorici, ci a scos din \u0163\u00e2\u0163\u00e2ni istoria \u00eens\u0103\u015fi, \u00eentreag\u0103 \u015fi tot mai vinovat\u0103 (\u2026vinovat\u0103, cel pu\u0163in, pentru privirile, orbec\u0103ind printre durerile lumii, ale unui biet evanghelist f\u0103r\u0103 de \u015ftiin\u0163\u0103, ci doar cu de la Dumnezeu lumin\u0103 de putin\u0163\u0103\u2026).<\/p>\n

\u2026Ceea ce nu s-a spus, pentru c\u0103 nici nu se \u015ftie, este c\u0103 acea privire tope\u015fte, pu\u0163in c\u00e2te pu\u0163in, peste veacuri, armurile \u00eencleiate \u015fi groaznic de soioase, ale trupurilor c\u0103zute din ceruri\u2026privirea aceea deschide, astfel, piepturile \u015fi scoate, \u00eenafar\u0103, \u00eenspre luminare f\u0103r\u0103 de cru\u0163are, sufletele din inimi.<\/p>\n

Ceea ce, iar\u0103\u015fi, nu se \u015ftie \u015fi nu se vrea a spune, este c\u0103 nebunii, \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u0163ii de boal\u0103 \u00eei \u00eempiedic\u0103 (prin mag\u00eci \u015fi farmece negre, de doi bani gr\u0103mada!), de 2.000 de ani \u00eencoace, tot mai \u00eenver\u015funa\u0163i \u00een disperarea lor, pe cei teferi, s\u0103 afle despre aceast\u0103 privire, care arde leprele \u015fi lecuie\u015fte Duhurile.<\/p>\n

\u2026Cel ce scrie, aici \u015fi acum, o evanghelie uitat\u0103 (\u00eenc\u0103 de la prima ei slov\u0103!), m\u0103rturise\u015fte c\u0103 acei nebuni \u015fi alint\u0103tori de boale au devenit, demult, umbre, iar privirea de lumin\u0103 curat\u0103 str\u0103bate, tot mai av\u00e2ntat\u0103, spa\u0163ii, vremuri \u015fi cugete \u2013 trezind ale\u015fii, dar dezmor\u0163ind, totdeodat\u0103, \u015fi p\u0103catele (\u00eenspre putoare sufocant\u0103, de minte \u015fi sim\u0163ire putrede!), din cei care nu se vor, cu niciun pre\u0163, a fi ale\u015fii (ori m\u0103rturisitorii\u2026) luminii privitoare\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026Ceea ce se roag\u0103, smerit \u015fi \u00een tain\u0103, anonimul evanghelist, cel de pe urm\u0103! \u2013 \u015fi ce g\u00e2nde\u015fte el, \u00eentru rug\u0103ciune fierbinte, este ca, totu\u015fi, privirea de fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u00eendurerate \u015fi de lumin\u0103 lin\u0103 s\u0103 nu-\u015fi aminteasc\u0103 a-i cerceta \u015fi judeca, cu asprimea dreapt\u0103 \u015fi cuvenit\u0103, pe copiii acelor sminti\u0163i, acelor bolnavi, p\u00e2n\u0103 la m\u0103duva lor neagr\u0103, de sfidare orbitoare, care trebuie ierta\u0163i, pentru c\u0103 nici nu \u015ftiau \u015fi nici azi nu \u015ftiu ce spun \u015fi ce fac:<\/p>\n

\u201e-S\u00e2ngele lui s\u0103 fie asupra noastr\u0103 \u015fi asupra copiilor no\u015ftri! Huoooo! Huooo! S\u0103 se r\u0103stigneasc\u0103, s\u0103 se r\u0103stigneasc\u0103, acum, pe loc, Hristosul!<\/strong><\/em>\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adrian Botez<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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