{"id":40228,"date":"2018-07-24T14:19:30","date_gmt":"2018-07-24T14:19:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=40228"},"modified":"2018-07-24T14:19:30","modified_gmt":"2018-07-24T14:19:30","slug":"ben-todica-dialog-alb-negru","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/07\/24\/ben-todica-dialog-alb-negru\/","title":{"rendered":"Ben TODIC\u0102: Dialog alb negru"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Dumnezeule Doamne, Dumnezeule Doamne. Doamne Dumnezeu, Doamne Dumnezeu, Dumnezeule din Ceruri! \u00cencep s\u0103-i v\u0103d fa\u0163a c\u00e2t cuprinde \u00eentreaga \u00eenc\u0103pere \u00een \u00eentuneric, dar nu e el. Mi s-a p\u0103rut.\u00a0 S\u0103-l v\u0103d venind, a\u015f mai tr\u0103i o via\u0163\u0103. O George! \u015ei pl\u00e2ng dup\u0103 p\u0103rin\u0163i; Doamne, Doamne, mam\u0103 \u015fi tat\u0103 din ceruri. Lacrimile-mi curg, le simt doar eu \u00een \u00eentuneric. Doamni, Doamni, mic\u0103 \u015fi ticule! Sunt gata oric\u00e2nd. Totul e luminos, dar f\u0103r\u0103 a fi aprins\u0103 lumina. Lumina sunt eu.<\/p>\n

Se deschide u\u015fa \u015fi ea intr\u0103 r\u00e2z\u00e2nd \u015fi se arunc\u0103 \u00een pat. Eu stau respectuos pe scaun. Nu m\u0103 pot \u00eentinde de c\u00e2nd mi-am rupt spatele. O cunosc, parc\u0103 de o via\u0163\u0103. Sunt mai multe chipuri \u00een unul. Are \u00een jur de 35 de ani, un neg \u00eentre sprincene. E \u00eembr\u0103cat\u0103 \u00eentr-un maieu alb \u015fi pantaloni trei sferturi negri \u015fi r\u00e2de. Ea \u00eemi zice c\u0103 nu poate s\u0103 mai \u015fad\u0103 dincolo. O fi \u00een vizit\u0103 \u015fi s-a refugiat la mine \u00een pat, s-a b\u0103gat sub plapum\u0103 chicotind. Eu \u015fed \u015fi o las \u00een pace. M-a deranjat din dialogul meu cu Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Nu \u00ee\u0163i po\u0163i pune mintea cu tinerii din ziua de azi. Suntem \u00een contrast \u015fi \u00een contratimp, aproape diametral opu\u015fi. \u00cemi par \u015fi foarte agresivi. Nu are s\u00e2ni \u015fi nici labe, nu \u00eemi aduc aminte s\u0103 fi v\u0103zut. Cred c\u0103 sunt orb!\u00a0 Un miros de ou\u0103 clocite d\u0103 n\u0103val\u0103 peste medita\u0163ia mea. O fi av\u00e2nd probleme de digestie? Poate c\u0103 a sc\u0103pat ni\u015fte gaze, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc. S-a dus tot respectul. Deodat\u0103, tipa ridic\u0103 plapuma cu picioarele \u015fi le v\u00e2ntur\u0103 r\u00e2z\u00e2nd. Ce neobr\u0103zat\u0103! Adic\u0103, \u0163ie \u00ee\u0163i arde de joac\u0103, iar eu mor aici. O privesc cu coada ochiului, \u00eemi place!!! M\u0103 a\u015fez u\u015for l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, apoi \u00eencep \u015fi eu s\u0103 \u0163op\u0103i; \u00eemi r\u0103spunde \u201cLas\u0103-m\u0103 \u00een pace!\u201c, zv\u00e2rcolindu-se cu un aer \u015ftreng\u0103resc, chicotind provocator\u2026 Ne \u00eencle\u015ft\u0103m ca doi v\u00e2rcolaci, ca doi scorpioni, eu s-o bat, ea s\u0103 m\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 \u015fi dintr-o dat\u0103 \u00eemi scap degetele, pip\u0103indu-i p\u0103r\u0163ile intime. Nu \u00eemi aduc aminte s\u0103-i fi dat jos pantalonii. \u00cei place. M\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 languros, m\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie. Asta \u00eemi d\u0103 curaj \u015fi sar din pat. \u00cencep s\u0103 m\u0103 dezbrac pentru ac\u0163iune, sunt at\u00e2t de \u00eenfierb\u00e2ntat cum de mult n-am mai fost. Clocote\u015fte s\u00e2ngele \u00een mine, sunt extaziat p\u00e2n\u0103 peste poate \u015fi \u00eencep a m\u0103 mi\u015fca ritmic. Dup\u0103\u00a0 c\u00e2teva mi\u015fc\u0103ri, simt o durere groaznic\u0103 de spate. Suport, trec repede peste ea \u015fi m\u0103 minunez, \u201ccum de sunt \u00eembr\u0103cat!\u201c , g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 c\u0103, parc\u0103 dormeam! Ei, dar cui \u00eei pas\u0103? \u00eemi r\u0103spund \u00een g\u00e2nd, c\u0103 \u00een vis omul, sufletele nu au v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u015fi o cuprind cu bra\u0163ele. E \u00eentr-adev\u0103r bl\u00e2nd\u0103 \u015fi iubitoare. \u201cOare unde ai fost p\u00e2n\u0103 acum?\u201c\u00a0 M\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 simt bine \u015fi calm. \u00cembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa\u0163i, pe acorduri diafane de muzic\u0103 cereasc\u0103 \u00eencepem a dansa baletul m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierilor, iubire p\u0103tima\u015f\u0103, vulcanic\u0103, un extaz de energie d\u0103ruit de Dumnezeu \u00een crea\u0163ie. \u201cDa, oare a\u015fa a creat Dumnezeu Lumea?\u201c Oh, ce plini suntem!, exclam \u015fi fierbin\u0163eala cre\u015fte cu o intensitate nebun\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 trezesc \u00een l\u0103comie dup\u0103 aer. Abia mai respir. Pieptul m\u0103 apas\u0103. Lupt s\u0103 nu m\u0103 sufoc. Sunt leoarc\u0103!<\/p>\n

O, Doamni, nu m\u0103 l\u0103sa! Ce noroc c\u0103 m-am trezit. M\u0103 ridic pe marginea patului \u015fi \u00eencerc s\u0103 iau o \u00eenghi\u0163itur\u0103 de ap\u0103. G\u00e2tul se \u00eenchide \u015fi m\u0103 \u015ftranguleaz\u0103, t\u00e2mplele mi se umfl\u0103 \u015fi se \u00eentunec\u0103 \u00eencet totul. M\u0103 lovesc cu pumnii \u00een piept \u015fi m\u0103 ridic \u00een picioare. Dac\u0103 nu fac ceva, m\u0103 duc. Dintr-o dat\u0103 se deschid to\u0163i mu\u015fchii \u015fi m\u0103 relaxez, alunec\u00e2nd pe vine \u00een pat. O Doamne! \u201cCine va crede \u00een mine vor scoate dracii, \u015fi dac\u0103 vor lua \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015ferpii, dac\u0103 vor bea ceva de moarte, nu-i va v\u0103t\u0103ma; \u00ee\u015fi vor pune m\u00e2inile peste bolnavi \u015fi bolnavii se vor \u00eens\u0103n\u0103to\u015fi, apoi Isus s-a \u00een\u0103l\u0163at \u015fi \u015f-a a\u015fezat la dreapta Tat\u0103lui.\u201d Marcu 16 cu 17,18,19.<\/p>\n

S-a f\u0103cut ziu\u0103. \u00cenc\u0103 o zi \u015fi \u00eenc\u0103 o doz\u0103 de Lirica! (medicament cu efect hipnagog pentru dureri)<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014<\/p>\n

Ben TODIC\u0102<\/strong><\/p>\n

Melbourne, Australia<\/strong><\/p>\n

24 iulie, 2018<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dumnezeule Doamne, Dumnezeule Doamne. Doamne Dumnezeu, Doamne Dumnezeu, Dumnezeule din Ceruri! \u00cencep s\u0103-i v\u0103d fa\u0163a c\u00e2t cuprinde \u00eentreaga \u00eenc\u0103pere \u00een [&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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40228","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articole"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40228","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=40228"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40228\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40230,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40228\/revisions\/40230"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40228"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40228"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40228"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}