{"id":38644,"date":"2018-05-08T11:35:23","date_gmt":"2018-05-08T11:35:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=38644"},"modified":"2018-05-08T11:46:15","modified_gmt":"2018-05-08T11:46:15","slug":"mihaela-gheorghiu-intrebari-fragmentate","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/05\/08\/mihaela-gheorghiu-intrebari-fragmentate\/","title":{"rendered":"Mihaela GHEORGHIU: \u00centreb\u0103ri fragmentate"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Vis\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103 acela\u015fi vis, eu \u015fi fratele meu t\u0103cut, gean\u0103 \u00een gean\u0103.<\/p>\n

Soarele cade oblic \u00een toamna plin\u0103 de lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Doctori\u0163a cu p\u0103rul alb lupt\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103, fiecare respira\u0163ie e chinuit\u0103, trupul fragil are o inim\u0103 prea mare, o inim\u0103 care a crescut \u00een interiorul toracelui ca un nuf\u0103r otr\u0103vit, sufoc\u00e2nd-o.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tr\u0103s\u0103turile, \u00eenc\u0103 frumoase, sunt o masc\u0103 pentru durere.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103 ia de m\u00e2n\u0103 :<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Nu vreau s\u0103 mor, doamna doctor!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eu\u2026am abandonat lupta \u00een fa\u0163a inevitabilului fiziologic \u015fi \u015ftiin\u0163ific?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M-au secat, de credin\u0163a \u00een miraculos, cei care au murit pe mas\u0103?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Niciodat\u0103 n-am crezut c\u0103 voi \u00eenceta s\u0103 lupt\u2026\u015fi totu\u015fi, fratele meu t\u0103cut \u00ee\u015fi str\u00e2nge aripile, din scoar\u0163a copacilor curge miere si s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Calc pe frunzele aurii, \u00een lini\u015ftea toamnei.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Se aga\u0163\u0103 de mine, cu m\u00e2inile ei fragile, m\u00e2ini care au m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat, m\u00e2ini care au consolat.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Doamn\u0103 doctor, vreau s\u0103 mai tr\u0103iesc!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ochii ei mari, cenu\u015fii, frumo\u015fi, cer\u015fesc speran\u0163\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ies afar\u0103 \u00een soare, \u00een lumin\u0103, \u00een toamna vie \u015fi parfumat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Niciodat\u0103 n-am crezut c\u0103 o s\u0103 pierd un om, niciodat\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ultima clip\u0103! Fantasmele \u00eemi \u00eenv\u0103luie g\u00e2ndurile.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00cen Catedral\u0103, cad \u00een genunchi \u00een fa\u0163a icoanelor \u015fi m\u0103 rog pentru via\u0163\u0103, pentru doctori\u0163a cu p\u0103rul alb din patul de spital, pentru sufletele celor care au murit \u00een m\u00e2na mea, pentru bietul meu suflet contorsionat.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Toamna m\u0103 cuprinde \u00een bra\u0163ele ei de aram\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2ndva\u2026 dealurile p\u0103reau p\u00e2rguite de soare, p\u00e2r\u00e2ul era viu ca un \u015farpe cu solzii de argint, printre frunze \u015fi br\u00e2ndu\u015fe de toamn\u0103..<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2ndva\u2026 a\u015fteptam c\u0103prioare s\u0103 vin\u0103, cu ochii lor mari si botul umed\u2026\u00eel a\u015fteptam pe Hyperion s\u0103 coboare din nemurirea crud\u0103 \u015fi rece \u00een toamna de aur, l\u00e2ng\u0103 p\u00e2r\u00e2ul de foc, al\u0103turi de br\u00e2ndu\u015fele cu toat\u0103 aroma anotimpului.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A murit doamna doctor cu ochii cenu\u015fii.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Inima ei a \u00eencetat s\u0103 mai bat\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I-a\u015f duce br\u00e2ndu\u015fe de toamn\u0103, la fel de fragile.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 C\u00e2nd a murit bunicul, a plouat aspru, mu\u015fc\u00e2nd p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.\u00a0 Azi a fost soare \u015fi lumin\u0103 din umbrele copacilor, toamna, arcuit\u0103 ca un arm\u0103sar \u00een galop, peste dealuri.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Feti\u0163a cu bucle blonde si ochi c\u0103prui m\u0103 ia, iar, de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 – Hai s\u0103 ne juc\u0103m!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u015ei copil\u0103ria izbucne\u015fte \u00een mine, cu toate culorile \u015fi aromele.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Era toamn\u0103, toamn\u0103 cu struguri vine\u021bi, \u00een via aprins\u0103 de fl\u0103c\u0103ri, \u00eentr-o noapte cu lun\u0103.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 .<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Dimine\u0163ile clipeau reci, cocorii plecau \u00een s\u0103ge\u0163i negre, pe cerul albastru intens.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mergeam la gr\u0103dina de la gar\u0103, la cules prune.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bunicul\u00a0 scutura pomii, eu si bunica culegeam fructele viorii din iarb\u0103. Mirosea a co\u015f p\u00e2rguit, a f\u00e2n cosit \u015fi a p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Din prune se f\u0103cea \u0163uic\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Plecam pe \u00eentuneric, cu butoaiele \u00een c\u0103ru\u0163. Stele sc\u0103p\u0103rau \u00een cale. La cazan, b\u0103rba\u0163i cu ochi sticlo\u015fi str\u00e2ngeau lichidul distilat \u00een damigene mari.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u0162uica o bea nenea Imbre, din pahare mici, transparente, \u00een timp ce tr\u0103gea, cu sete, din ve\u015fnica \u0163igar\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nenea Imbre a t\u0103iat \u015fi iepurele alb, pufos, cu ochii ro\u015fii, care a ron\u0163\u0103it, o prim\u0103var\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103, iarb\u0103 crud\u0103 \u015fi vie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bunica l-a g\u0103tit.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nu am vrut s\u0103 m\u0103 ating de carne.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Perele c\u0103deau pe acoperi\u015ful buc\u0103t\u0103riei de var\u0103 \u2013 poc! poc ! -. Se zdrobeau de asfalt, r\u0103sp\u00e2ndind aroma lor dulce. Bunicul le aduna, le zdrobea \u015fi le arunca \u00een butoiul pentru \u0163uic\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Crizantemele \u00eenfloreau bogat \u015fi alb, r\u0103sp\u00e2ndind miros aspru, de brum\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Le culegeam \u015fi le duceam la cimitir de Arhanghel.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Aprindeam lum\u00e2n\u0103ri \u015fi le a\u015fezam la ad\u0103post de v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cre\u015fteau flori mici pe morminte, iar crucea de marmur\u0103, cu poza str\u0103bunicului, era roas\u0103 de vreme. Cimitirul era plin de flori, cerul \u2013 albastru \u2013 peste dealurile coapte.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam la bunicul, la Dode \u2013 primul disp\u0103rut. Bunicul e \u00een v\u00e2ntul care m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie lanurile de porumb, \u00een norul alb \u015fi pufos de la orizont, \u00een ploaia care cade, bogat\u0103, peste lume.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E decembrie \u015fi pl\u00e2ng pietrele.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u015f vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 plimb cu sania tras\u0103 de cai, s\u0103 miros brazii sub z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E seara de Cr\u0103ciun \u015fi e lini\u015fte. Focul arde \u00een sob\u0103, iar bradul prive\u015fte pe fereastr\u0103. E t\u00e2n\u0103r \u015fi frumos bradul, cu acele lui verzi \u015fi parfumul vioriu.. Casa bunicilor e pustie f\u0103r\u0103 Dode.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Demult….venea Cr\u0103ciunul.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Bunica \u015fi str\u0103bunica preg\u0103teau m\u00e2nc\u0103ruri nenum\u0103rate : sarmale, friptur\u0103, creme\u015f, cornule\u0163e. Bunica f\u0103cea tort de ciocolat\u0103 cu trei etaje. Separa albu\u015fele de g\u0103lbenu\u015fe, storcea untul de ap\u0103, b\u0103tea, cu telul, albu\u015fele p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd se \u00eenfoiau ca o rochie de mireas\u0103. Mirosea a ciocolat\u0103 \u015fi a vanilie. Eu lingeam bolul \u00een care se f\u0103cea crema. Aragazul \u015fi ma\u015fina de g\u0103tit din buc\u0103t\u0103ria de var\u0103 duduiau, eu desenam, cu degetul, pe geamul aburit, case cu hornuri, brazi, globuri.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sosea \u015fi mami.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Mami, mami!<\/p>\n

O a\u015fteptam la geam.<\/p>\n

Moskvitch-ul, de culoarea oului de ra\u0163\u0103, \u00eenota, agale, prin troiene, \u00eenc\u0103rcat p\u00e2n\u0103 la refuz.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0-Mami, mami!<\/p>\n

Bradul, mirosind a p\u0103dure \u015fi a c\u0103prioare, str\u0103lucea, u\u015for, \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi pl\u0103cea s\u0103 stau sub brad cu lumina stins\u0103, vis\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Mami m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u0163a franceza \u015fi-mi povestea aventurile ei : plimb\u0103rile cu barca \u00een Delt\u0103, nuferii albi \u015fi mami, cu undi\u0163a, \u00een fa\u0163a cortului, pe o insul\u0103 pierdut\u0103 \u00een Paradis, ploaia toren\u0163ial\u0103 pe drumul de \u00eentoarcere \u015fi dansul cu cear\u015faful \u00een jurul focului de tab\u0103r\u0103, \u00eenz\u0103pezirea de la Suru \u015fi pozele cu mult soare \u015fi mult\u0103 z\u0103pad\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163a cabanei, apoi cobor\u00e2rea, prin n\u0103me\u0163ii p\u00e2n\u0103 la br\u00e2u….plimb\u0103rile, cu licurici \u00een p\u0103r, la izvoare, \u00een Ol\u0103ne\u015fti \u015fi drumul c\u0103tre Piatra Scris\u0103….<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Venea si Mo\u015ful….intram, iscodind prin camer\u0103 vreo prezen\u0163\u0103 necunoscut\u0103, apoi m\u0103 repezeam sub brad \u015fi desf\u0103ceam h\u00e2rtia lucioas\u0103, gr\u0103bit\u0103 s\u0103 ajung \u00een miezul lucrurilor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Am primit patine…am primit patine!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Erau albe, cu lama argintie. Le-am pus \u00een picioare \u015fi am mers toat\u0103 seara cu ele prin cas\u0103. Diminea\u0163a am \u00eenceput s\u0103 patinez, de m\u00e2n\u0103 cu tata, pe strada \u00eenghe\u0163at\u0103. Aerul era rece, t\u0103ios, m\u0103 dureau gambele, dar zburam, zburam!<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E iar decembrie \u015fi soarele s-a transformat \u00een lup.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M-am pierdut undeva, pe drum. Mi-am pierdut aripile \u015fi mirosul de lapte.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am insomnii \u015fi miros a ierburi. E \u00eenc\u0103 z\u0103pad\u0103, un strat sub\u0163ire, deasupra lucrurilor.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am crescut cumva din mine. E altcineva \u00een locul meu, cu aceea\u015fi ochi, cu acela\u015fi glas.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Cine sunt eu ? De unde vin ?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Era sear\u0103, bunica stingea luminile \u015fi aprindea veioza cu lumin\u0103 de miere.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0-Cine sunt eu ?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Umbrele se proiectau viorii pe pere\u0163i.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ochii clipeau a somn alb, pufos\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Cine sunt eu ?<\/p>\n

Bunica m\u0103 \u00eenvelea \u00een plapumele apretate, visul \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentindea aripile lungi, f\u00e2lf\u00e2ind u\u015for…<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -Cine sunt eu ?….<\/p>\n

Focul se stingea \u00een sob\u0103,viorile de jar mureau \u00een ele \u00eensele…<\/p>\n

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Mihaela GHEORGHIU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Timi\u0219oara<\/strong><\/p>\n

4 mai, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n

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