{"id":42218,"date":"2018-12-23T20:30:29","date_gmt":"2018-12-23T20:30:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=42218"},"modified":"2018-12-23T20:31:25","modified_gmt":"2018-12-23T20:31:25","slug":"anna-nora-rotaru-franturi-de-viata-fragment-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2018\/12\/23\/anna-nora-rotaru-franturi-de-viata-fragment-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Anna-Nora ROTARU: Fr\u00e2nturi de via\u021b\u0103 (fragment)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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IV. Magia s\u0103rb\u0103torilor de iarn\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Vin s\u0103rb\u0103torile de iarn\u0103 ! E gata \u0219i bradul meu, doar s\u0103-mi vin\u0103 Mo\u0219ul, \u00eel a\u0219tept \u0219i-acum, ca-n fiecare an ! Adev\u0103rat, bradul meu e tare frumos, str\u0103luce\u0219te plin de lumini\u021be, globuri \u0219i ghirlande, cu\u00a0 steaua care clipe\u0219te \u00een v\u00e2rf, \u00eenalt p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een tavan… nu m\u0103 satur s\u0103-mi petrec serile pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, \u00eenchid ochii \u0219i m\u0103 las furat\u0103 de amintiri ! Are \u0219i el istoria lui, un pom de v\u00e2rsta fiului meu, cump\u0103rat de mine\u00a0 cu ani \u00een urm\u0103, din primii mei b\u0103nu\u021bi c\u00e2\u0219tiga\u021bi \u00een Grecia ! \u00a0E at\u00e2t de \u00eenc\u0103rcat cu podoabe, c\u0103-i at\u00e2rn\u0103 crengile p\u00e2n\u0103 la poale, av\u00e2nd pe el nu numai primele globuri cump\u0103rate, ci \u0219i-acelea avute de fiecare \u00een copil\u0103rie ! C\u00e2teva sunt chiar aduse de mine din \u021bar\u0103, p\u0103strate ca amintire, altele din copil\u0103ria so\u021bului, altele f\u0103cute serile \u00eempreun\u0103 cu copiii mei, stelu\u021be, co\u0219ule\u021be, fel de fel, precum f\u0103cusem mic\u0103 la r\u00e2ndu-mi cu mama mea, neexist\u00e2nd la acea vreme prea multe ! \u00cen fiecare an ad\u0103ugam c\u00e2te ceva, oric\u00e2t de mic s\u0103 fi fost, a\u0219a, ca s\u0103 ne mearg\u0103 bine anul ce-avea s\u0103 vin\u0103 ! Deci, poart\u0103 pe el toate amintirile noastre adunate, parte din copil\u0103ria fiec\u0103ruia dintre noi, de la mic la mare ! De fiecare dat\u0103, dup\u0103 ce-l \u00eempodobesc, st\u0103m cu to\u021bii \u00een jurul lui s\u0103-l admir\u0103m \u0219i s\u0103 ne-amintim care sunt podoabele alese ale\u00a0 fiec\u0103ruia de-a lungul anilor, care-s cele f\u0103cute de noi, c\u00e2nd, cum, cu ce g\u00e2nduri, ce vise, menit de-a ne aminti c\u0103, oric\u00e2t anii ne-or zbura, r\u0103m\u00e2nem tot copii, retr\u0103indu-ne de fiecare dat\u0103 basmul \u0219i copil\u0103ria !<\/p>\n

Peste tot am br\u0103du\u021bi \u00eempodobi\u021bi, \u00een fiecare camer\u0103, col\u021bi\u0219or, tot am c\u00e2te ceva; \u00eemi place noaptea s\u0103 deschid ochii \u0219i printre gene s\u0103-mi v\u0103d pomi\u0219orul cum sclipe\u0219te, cu globu\u0219oarele lui multicolore, cu mici juc\u0103rele at\u00e2rnate de crengu\u021be, de c\u00e2nd eram copil, dar at\u00e2t de dragi mie, ca apoi, s\u0103 \u00eenchid ochii \u0219i z\u00e2mbind s\u0103 m\u0103 prind\u0103 visele \u00een mrejele lor, duc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 la anii de demult ! \u00a0Am pus \u0219i-o scrisoric\u0103 pentru\u00a0 Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, a\u0219a cum fac \u00een fiecare an, rug\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 nu m\u0103 uite, chiar dac\u0103 anii-mi zboar\u0103, s\u0103-mi vin\u0103 m\u0103car \u00een vis, ca semn c\u0103 mi-a trecut ! Parc\u0103-l v\u0103d \u0219i-acum pe Mo\u0219ul, pe la cinci ani\u0219ori ai mei, c\u00e2nd mi-a venit acas\u0103 pentru prima dat\u0103, la vreme de sear\u0103, pe c\u0103r\u0103ruia din ograd\u0103, printre n\u0103me\u021bii \u00eenal\u021bi, cu sacul \u00een spinare, plin de daruri… St\u0103team cu ai mei \u00een prag, s\u0103-l \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103m, cu obr\u0103jorii\u00a0 \u00eembujora\u021bi de emo\u021bie \u0219i m\u00e2ini frem\u0103t\u00e2nde, tremur\u00e2nd ca frunza de surpriz\u0103 \u0219i ner\u0103bdare ! L-am condus timid\u0103 \u00een odaie, l\u00e2ng\u0103 c\u0103min, ca s\u0103-\u0219i \u00eenc\u0103lzeasc\u0103 la foc m\u00e2inile \u00eenghe\u021bate, l\u00e2ng\u0103 bradul cu artificii \u0219i lum\u00e2n\u0103relele colorate prinse pe crengu\u021be, a\u0219a cum era alt\u0103dat\u0103, \u00eentre timp aduc\u00e2ndu-i farfurioara cu dulciuri preg\u0103tite de mama \u0219i-un p\u0103h\u0103rel de \u021buic\u0103, a\u0219a cum \u00eemi ceruse. M-a a\u0219ezat apoi pe genunchii lui\u00a0 spun\u00e2ndu-mi c\u0103-i tare b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i obosit, c\u0103 vine de foarte departe, c\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 am fost cumin\u021bic\u0103, rug\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 la sf\u00e2r\u0219it s\u0103-i spun o poezioar\u0103 \u0219i-un c\u00e2ntecel. Apoi, a deschis sacul cel mare, doldora de daruri,\u00a0 l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-mi \u0219i mie c\u00e2teva pache\u021bele, de mi-a s\u0103ltat inima de bucurie, spun\u00e2nd c\u0103 are drum lung de str\u0103b\u0103tut, pe la al\u021bi copii care-l a\u0219teptau, a\u0219a cum \u00eel a\u0219teptasem \u0219i eu ! Doamne, ce amintiri minunate…<\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00cemi venea Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun \u00een fiecare an, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, brusc, a \u00eencetat s\u0103-mi mai vin\u0103, chiar \u00een iarna aceea c\u00e2nd s-a stins din via\u021b\u0103 tata ! O \u00eentrebam deseori pe m\u0103icu\u021ba mea:”m\u0103mic\u0103 de ce nu mai vine pe la mine Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, n-am f\u0103cut nimic at\u00e2t de r\u0103u ( c\u0103 doar copil eram, mai f\u0103ceam c\u00e2te-o boroboa\u021b\u0103 ), bradu\u021bul l-am preg\u0103tit \u0219i scrisorelele, ce, nu m\u0103 mai iube\u0219te ? M-a uitat ? Iarna mi l-a furat pe tata, mi l-a luat \u0219i pe Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun ? Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 niciunul, acum sunt orfan\u0103 de-am\u00e2ndoi ?” \u00cemi mai zicea s\u0103r\u0103cu\u021ba de ea, c\u0103ut\u00e2nd c\u00e2te-un motiv: ba ca poate nu am fost a\u0219a de ascult\u0103toare, ba din cauz\u0103 c\u0103 nu m\u00e2ncam totul din farfurie \u0219i-o sup\u0103ram, ba c\u0103 n-am fost a\u0219a de silitoare la \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat precum ar fi vrut… fel de fel de motive \u00eenjgheba… ce s\u0103-mi mai spun\u0103 ? S\u0103r\u0103cu\u021ba de ea, Domnul s-o aib\u0103 \u00een paz\u0103 !<\/div>\n
De-atunci nu mi-a mai venit, dar g\u0103seam totu\u0219i cadouri l\u00e2ng\u0103 brad c\u00e2nd m\u0103 trezeam, de\u0219i \u00eencetasem s\u0103-i mai scriu ! Eram dezam\u0103git\u0103 de a\u0219tept\u0103ri \u0219i-mi spuneam c\u0103, la urma urmei, s\u0103-mi aduc\u0103 el ce-o vrea c\u0103 doar \u00eemi poate ghici g\u00e2ndurile ! \u00cen iarna chiar c\u00e2nd s-a pr\u0103p\u0103dit tata, \u00eemi amintesc c\u0103, trezindu-m\u0103, am g\u0103sit pe pernu\u021ba mea, \u00eenvelite-n celofan, ni\u0219te milieuri; m-am mirat tare mult \u0219i z\u00e2mbind i-am zis mamei c\u0103, se pare c\u0103 Mo\u0219ul, ajuns \u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u0219i pe la mine \u0219i ner\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2ndu-i poate altceva \u00een sac s\u0103-mi d\u0103ruiasc\u0103, mi-a pus la repezeal\u0103 chiar milieurile brodate de d\u00e2nsa, ce le apretase \u0219i c\u0103lcase cu o sear\u0103 \u00eenainte !?! \u0218i azi le am p\u0103strate, a\u0219a cum mi-au r\u0103mas atunci \u0219i, deseori, le scot la iveal\u0103, le miros ad\u00e2nc, \u00eemi pare c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai poart\u0103 mirosul detergentului \u0219i-al mamei, ce le lucrase cu-at\u00e2ta migal\u0103, ca s\u0103-\u0219i mai omoare serile, a\u0219a cum era pe-atunci, \u00eentristat\u0103 \u0219i \u00eendurerat\u0103, pl\u00e2ns\u0103 de pierderea tat\u0103lui; parc\u0103 v\u0103d p\u00e2n\u0103 azi pe ele lacrimile ei scurse… Mare mi-a mai fost \u00eens\u0103 surpriza,<\/div>\n
\u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 totu\u0219i nu m-a uitat \u00een anul acela, fiind o raz\u0103 de lumin\u0103 pe cerul \u00eennourat al vie\u021bii mele, at\u00e2t de devreme… \u00cen anul urm\u0103tor \u00eens\u0103, \u00eemi l\u0103sase o pereche de ghetu\u021be speciale de patinaj \u0219i patine, cel mai frumos cadou, de nevisat, la care nici nu \u00eendr\u0103znisem s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc ! \u0218tia el pesemne c\u00e2t le mai jinduiam c\u00e2nd le vedeam la al\u021bi copii !<\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Au trecut \u00een \u0219ir anii… am crescut, pom de iarn\u0103 n-am mai f\u0103cut, nici scrisorele n-am mai scris, chiar \u0219i pe Mo\u0219 l-am uitat \u0219i m-a uitat \u0219i el se pare \u00een v\u00e2ltoarea vie\u021bii, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd, \u00een pragul existen\u021bei mele mi-au ap\u0103rut copiii, \u00eent\u00e2i b\u0103iatul, apoi, dup\u0103 ani fata, un dar minunat de la Domnul! Am sim\u021bit o mare binecuv\u00e2ntare, am dat la r\u00e2ndu-mi via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i-atunci, odat\u0103 cu ei, COPILUL din mine iar s-a trezit, mi-am amintit iar \u0219i de bunul meu Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun ! Ahh, Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun… Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, ne-am g\u0103sit iar \u0219i de-atunci, te port mereu \u00een suflet, te ador, te-a\u0219tept cu bucurie p\u00e2n\u0103 la extaz \u00een fiecare an, plin\u0103 de speran\u021be, pun\u00e2nd iar c\u00e2te-un bile\u021bel sub brad, al\u0103turi de acelea ale copiilor mei… Mi-e team\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi cer, acum copiii au prioritate, tu \u00eens\u0103 poate-l cite\u0219ti \u0219i pe-al meu !<\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Ce-a\u0219 vrea acum, \u00a0zici ? A\u0219 vrea s\u0103 aduci \u00een lume pace \u0219i armonie, lumin\u0103 sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u00een suflete \u0219i inimi, s\u0103 nu mai existe copiii suferinzi, oameni bolnavi \u0219i tri\u0219ti, p\u0103rin\u021bi pl\u00e2n\u0219i, b\u0103tr\u00e2ni bolnavi \u0219i p\u0103r\u0103si\u021bi, ca ” repetabila povar\u0103 “, r\u0103zboaie, foamete, s\u0103r\u0103cie… Pe noi, copii mai mari, f\u0103-ne, te rog mai buni, mai duio\u0219i, mai \u00een\u021belep\u021bi \u0219i cump\u0103ta\u021bi. Pe cei ce-au gre\u0219it, f\u0103-i s\u0103-\u0219i \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 gre\u0219elile, \u00eenva\u021b\u0103-ne<\/div>\n
s\u0103 \u0219tim a iubi cu-adev\u0103rat, f\u0103r\u0103 ipocrizie, egoism ! Dar, cel mai mult \u0219i mai mult, s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 te-a\u0219teapt\u0103 acei copii suferinzi \u0219i p\u0103r\u0103si\u021bi pe lume, prin cine \u0219tie ce unghere, b\u0103tu\u021bi, maltrata\u021bi, cu sufletele r\u0103nite \u0219i trupurile, de oameni-neoameni, perver\u0219i r\u0103i, otr\u0103vi\u021bi p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een m\u0103duv\u0103 ! La ei nu te-ai dus niciodat\u0103, nu \u0219tiu cum \u0219i de ce, dar ei nu cunosc de tine, de magia ta, nu te-au z\u0103rit nici aievea nici \u00een vise, nu \u0219tiu\u00a0 ce-s alea juc\u0103rii sau pom de iarn\u0103; sunt copii \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ni\u021bi \u00eenainte de vreme, \u00eencerca\u021bi de necazuri \u0219i neajunsuri, \u00eenc\u0103 de la na\u0219tere, nu cunosc z\u00e2mbetul \u0219i m\u00e2ng\u00e2ierea ! Lor le lipse\u0219te p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i coltucul de p\u00e2ine \u0219i stropul de ap\u0103 pentru a-\u0219i ast\u00e2mp\u0103ra setea \u0219i foamea ! Du-te Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, \u00een primul r\u00e2nd la ei, \u00eentinde-le bra\u021bele larg deschise s\u0103-i cuprinzi pe to\u021bi laolalt\u0103 c\u0103, poate cel mai mult \u0219i mai mult, au nevoie de m\u00e2ng\u00e2iere, duio\u0219ie, de iubire… Am \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 cer poate prea mult ? Am \u00eencredere c\u0103 po\u021bi s\u0103 auzi glasul meu \u0219i-al multora ce cred ca mine, e\u0219ti Tat\u0103l Copil\u0103riei doar ! Ai grij\u0103 de copii, ai grij\u0103… de copii…<\/div>\n
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Ce vreau eu pentru mine, m\u0103 \u00eentrebi ? Ce crezi tu, Mo\u0219ule, c\u0103 \u00eemi lipse\u0219te mai mult, c\u0103 mi-ar aduce bucurie… A\u0219terne-mi speran\u021ba \u0219i \u00eencrederea \u00een suflet \u0219i-n g\u00e2nd, alung\u0103-mi temerile \u0219i las\u0103-m\u0103 s\u0103-mi p\u0103strez credin\u021ba \u00een miracolul na\u0219terii M\u00e2ntuitorului \u0219i-n Maica Domnului \u0219i mpreun\u0103 milui\u021bi-m\u0103, d\u0103ruind via\u021b\u0103-ndelungat\u0103 celor dragi \u0219i poate \u0219i mie, s\u0103-mi pot bucura ochii ! Cer prea mult ? Mai pot s\u0103-\u021bi cer ceva ? Mai las\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103-mi r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 Copilul care-l port \u00een mine, e ca o lumin\u0103 ce-mi p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie \u00een suflet, lumin\u00e2ndu-mi-l ! E visul meu dintotdeauna, el m\u0103 sus\u021bine, la bine \u0219i la r\u0103u c\u0103… \u0219ti\u021bi voi ceva,\u00a0 oameni buni ? Eu, de\u0219i-s la v\u00e2rsta senectu\u021bii, tot copil am r\u0103mas, n-am \u00eencetat s\u0103 visez, n-am \u00eencetat s\u0103 doresc, n-am \u00eencetat s\u0103 vreau s\u0103 fac tot ceea ce voiam \u00een copil\u0103rie ! Voi pute\u021bi sim\u021bi la fel ca mine ? E un sentiment numai al meu, deosebit sau \u00eel tr\u0103i\u021bi \u0219i voi ? Mi s-a prelungit v\u00e2rsta copil\u0103riei, poate am \u00eent\u00e2rziat s\u0103 m\u0103 maturizez ? Dar, poate nici n-am vrut s\u0103 cresc, al\u0103turi de copiii mei, tr\u0103indu-mi de fiecare\u00a0\u00a0 data, \u00eenc\u0103 o copil\u0103rie, c\u0103 prima nu mi-a fost deajuns, nu m-am s\u0103turat ! Clipele frumoase le-am tr\u0103it din plin, at\u00e2tea c\u00e2te mi-au fost ele, c-altele mi-au fost \u00eendurerate, dar, pe cele bune, tare a\u0219 mai vrea s\u0103 le\u00a0\u00a0 retr\u0103iesc ! Mi-a fost via\u021ba astfel \u00eenc\u00e2t, cele rele nu mi-au ucis visele, sau… poate ucig\u00e2ndu-le, mi-a r\u0103mas vie dorin\u021ba de-a r\u0103m\u00e2ne mereu copil, a\u0219a, ca o flac\u0103r\u0103 ce-arde-n m\u0103runtaie, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 a l\u0103sa c\u0103rbuni<\/div>\n
\u00a0\u0219i scrum ! Doamne-\u021bi mul\u021bumesc, m\u0103 simt copil \u0219i-l mai pot visa pe Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun ! \u00cenchid ochii \u0219i-n v\u00e2rtejul g\u00e2ndurilor m\u0103 duc \u00eenapoi… Sunt parc\u0103 tot mai mic\u0103, m\u0103 v\u0103d \u00een oglinda sufletului, sunt aceea\u0219i feti\u021b\u0103 cu codi\u021be… \u00eemi iese deseori la iveal\u0103, a\u0219a ca o r\u0103zvr\u0103tire, cer\u00e2ndu-\u0219i drepturile ! Uite, acum chiar \u00eemi vorbe\u0219te d\u00e2nsa, m\u0103 d\u0103 la o parte, pe mine, cea cu t\u00e2mplele fulguite de ani, m\u0103 ghionte\u0219te \u0219i-mi spune: ” treze\u0219te-te din amor\u021bire, ridic\u0103-te, fugi afar\u0103 prin ograd\u0103, prin n\u0103me\u021bi, hai, f\u0103 iar\u0103\u0219i un om de z\u0103pad\u0103, a\u0219a cum f\u0103ceai odat\u0103 ! Uite, aminte\u0219te-\u021bi cum ne duceam cu copiii \u00een gloat\u0103, sus pe delu\u021bul nostru din livad\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd z\u0103pada era moale ca puful, dup\u0103 o noapte-ntreag\u0103 de nins; f\u0103ceam c\u00e2te-un bulgarel, pe care \u00eel str\u00e2ngeam bine \u00een pumni\u0219orii mici \u0219i-apoi \u00eel d\u0103deam de-a dura prin om\u0103t, de sus din delu\u021b, p\u00e2n\u0103 jos la vale, c\u00e2nd ajungea ditamai gr\u0103mad\u0103 mare, rotund\u0103 \u0219i tot a\u0219a \u00eenc\u0103 una \u0219i-nca una \u0219i gata ne era omule\u021bul; \u00eel \u00eempopo\u021bonam apoi cu vreun fular la g\u00e2t, cu nasul de morcov, ochi\u0219ori \u0219i nasturi din c\u0103rbunii din vatra bunicii, vreo oal\u0103 veche \u00een cap \u0219i m\u0103turoaie-n loc de m\u00e2ini ! “Daa, \u00eei r\u0103spund, \u00eemi amintesc… \u00eemi amintesc, ce mult ne mai distram ! \u00cel voiam s\u0103 par\u0103 vesel, cu z\u00e2mbetul p\u00e2n\u0103 la urechi, \u00eembujorat cu rujul mamei \u0219i spr\u00e2ncenat, s\u0103 domneasc\u0103 \u00een mijlocul ogr\u0103zii \u0219i noi copiii, s\u0103 ne rotim \u00een jurul lui, c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd \u0219i dans\u00e2nd ! Ce bucuro\u0219i mai eram, ce ferici\u021bi, nu ne mai s\u0103turam, nu voiam s\u0103<\/div>\n
mergem la somn \u0219i s\u0103 ne desp\u0103r\u021bim de el… De multe ori m\u0103 trezeam noaptea alergand la fereastr\u0103, s\u0103-l v\u0103d cum arat\u0103, sc\u0103ldat de lumina lunii, cr\u0103iasa bol\u021bii cu argintia-i mantie, c\u00e2nd lumina totu-n jur, un peisaj mirific, str\u0103lucind ca mici stelu\u021be cristalele de ghia\u021b\u0103 din n\u0103me\u021bii din jur… ochii Copilului din mine parc\u0103-l vede \u0219i acum ! C\u00e2t ne mai \u00eentristam c\u00e2nd se topea cu \u00eencetul, sufletul ne durea, tare am fi vrut s\u0103-l fi putut ap\u0103ra cumva de razele soarelui, \u00eei pl\u00e2ngeau ochi\u0219orii cu lacrimi negre ! \u00cemi amintesc \u0219i derdelu\u0219ul ce-l preg\u0103team de cu sear\u0103, c\u0103r\u00e2nd g\u0103le\u021bi de apa, ca p\u00e2n\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 fie ca sticla de lucios !<\/div>\n
Parc\u0103 m\u0103 v\u0103d st\u00e2nd la gura sobei, lustruind cu \u0219mirghel \u0219inele saniei \u0219i ung\u00e2ndu-le cu ulei, s\u0103 alunece mai bine diminea\u021ba, la joac\u0103 ! Ce fantastic mai era pe-atunci, Copile… \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc de bucuria ce-mi\u00a0\u00a0 d\u0103ruie\u0219ti aduc\u00e2ndu-mi aminte… V\u0103d cu-at\u00e2ta claritate tot ceea ce-mi ar\u0103\u021bi, de parc\u0103 a fost mai ieri, tr\u0103ie\u0219ti \u00een mine, retr\u0103iesc cu tine acele momente fermec\u0103toare, de neuitat ! \u00ce\u021bi sunt recunosc\u0103toare c\u0103 mi-ai r\u0103mas, Copile, c\u0103-n co\u0219ul pieptului meu \u00ee\u021bi bate inimioara \u00eentr-a mea. Sim\u021bi c\u00e2nd sunt \u00eeng\u00e2ndurat\u0103, \u00eendurerat\u0103, ba\u021bi la poarta sufletului cu m\u00e2nu\u021bele tale mici \u0219i fragile s\u0103-\u021bi deschid, s\u0103 te las s\u0103 intri \u0219i sa te cuib\u0103re\u0219ti colea, \u00een loc\u0219orul t\u0103u, zic\u00e2ndu-mi cu gl\u0103scior zglobiu :”de ce pl\u00e2ngi, de ce e\u0219ti \u00eengrijorat\u0103, de ce te temi ? Sunt aici l\u00e2ng\u0103 tine, nu te-am p\u0103r\u0103sit niciodat\u0103 ! Nu sunt oare eu acela care-\u021bi bat la u\u0219a sufletului \u0219i te \u00eembii s\u0103 alerg\u0103m \u00eempreun\u0103 la joac\u0103 ? ” Dar, eu \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nesc totu\u0219i, oglinda nu m\u0103 minte, sufletul meu \u00eemi mai este oare ca alt\u0103dat\u0103, ginga\u0219, frumos, duios ? Prea am crescut… Nu cumva,<\/div>\n
grijile, via\u021ba cu toate ale ei, m-a f\u0103cut mai dur\u0103, mai suspicioas\u0103, pierz\u00e2nd astfel \u00eencrederea, speran\u021ba, n\u0103dejdea \u0219i credin\u021ba \u00een mine, \u00een cei \u0219i-n cele din jurul meu \u0219i nu m\u0103 mai pot bucura, nu mai pot iubi asa ca alt\u0103dat\u0103 ? \u00cemi prinde m\u00e2inile cu m\u00e2nu\u021bele lui calde zic\u00e2ndu-mi s\u0103-l privesc \u00een ad\u00e2ncul ochilor, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 clipesc:”uit\u0103-te-n ei, \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 vezi c\u00e2t mai clar, caut\u0103 s\u0103 vezi tot ce iubeai odat\u0103, ce iube\u0219ti azi, caut\u0103-i pe mama, tata, bunica, \u00eei vezi ? Vezi casa p\u0103rinteasc\u0103, veche de piatr\u0103, cu ograda mare, cu gr\u0103dina plin\u0103 de flori \u0219i mai sus livada de pe delu\u021b p\u00e2n\u0103 la vale ? Prietenii copil\u0103riei \u00eei vezi ? Uit\u0103-te la mama \u0219i bunica, cum fac preg\u0103tirile de Cr\u0103ciun, cu m\u00e2inile suflecate, \u00eentinz\u00e2nd pe mas\u0103 fel de fel de bun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi, totul gata de s\u0103rb\u0103toarea de Cr\u0103ciun ! Uit\u0103-te \u0219i la tata, uite cum te \u021bine \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i te alint\u0103, \u00ee\u021bi aminte\u0219ti ? “Cum s\u0103 nu-mi amintesc Copile, a\u0219 putea uita vreodat\u0103 ? Totul e a\u0219a de viu \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor mei, de parc-a fost mai ieri ! “Heei, \u00eemi spune, ia caut\u0103 \u0219i mai ad\u00e2nc \u00een ochii mei, ce vezi ? ” Doamne, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, \u00eemi z\u0103resc copiii, cum i-am n\u0103scut, cum i-am crescut pe fiecare, v\u0103d so\u021bul, familia adunat\u0103 \u00een jurul mesei, uite v\u0103d bucuria oglindit\u0103 pe fe\u021bele lor, m\u0103 v\u0103d \u0219i pe mine, vesel\u0103, ciocnim paharele… ne ur\u0103m mul\u021bi ani, aud \u0219i gongul sf\u00e2r\u0219itului de an \u0219i \u00eenceputul celui nou… Doamne, ce minunat, am motive s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc, am pentru ce m\u0103 bucura, trecutul \u00eel port \u00een mintea mea, dar trebuie s\u0103-mi tr\u0103iesc prezentul, fiecare clip\u0103 a lui, ca fiindu-mi cea din urm\u0103, cochet\u00e2nd cu viitorul, am noim\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, am pentru ce tr\u0103i, m\u0103 pot bucura ! “A\u0219a-i, \u00eemi zice Copilul din mine, s\u0103 fii mul\u021bumit\u0103, Domnul \u021bi-a luat, dar \u0219i \u021bi-a dat, n-ai dreptul s\u0103 fii trist\u0103 ! C\u00e2nd ai pierdut ceva pe drumul vie\u021bii, \u021bi-a dat altceva \u00een loc, \u021bi-am r\u0103mas \u0219i eu s\u0103-\u021bi aduc alinare, s\u0103-\u021bi amintesc cele frumos tr\u0103ite c\u0103, s\u0103raci mai sunt cei ce n-au nimic de amintit, nimic bun, un gol imens doar, ca o v\u0103g\u0103una ce te soarbe, singur\u0103tate, pustiu f\u0103r\u0103 margini, negur\u0103 “… \u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc COPILE de darul ce mi-l faci de Cr\u0103ciun, \u00ee\u021bi sunt recunosc\u0103toare c\u0103-mi vii \u0219i-mi de\u0219er\u021bi sacul cu amintiri, aici l\u00e2ng\u0103 pomul meu de iarn\u0103 ! S\u0103 nu m\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219ti vreodat\u0103, te voi chema de c\u00e2te ori sim\u021bi-voi nevoia, te voi a\u0219tepta aici, l\u00e2ng\u0103 bradul meu \u00eempodobit, ce-l voi face \u00een fiecare an pentru Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun \u0219i pentru tine, Copile, s\u0103 te bucuri ! S\u0103 nu m\u0103 la\u0219i, c\u0103 \u0219tiu prea bine c\u0103, atunci c\u00e2nd nu-mi vei mai ap\u0103rea, pom de iarn\u0103 n-oi mai avea puteri s\u0103-\u021bi fac… Voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne doar cu speran\u021ba c\u0103 ne-om g\u0103si<\/div>\n
poate altundeva… ” Spre zarea celora ce nu cuv\u00e2nta “, undeva…”Pe t\u0103r\u00e2muri neumblate”, \u00a0acolo…”La r\u0103scruce de lumi” sau poate…”La grani\u021ba-ntre vise “, eu fiind…”Apostol f\u0103r\u0103 nume “, peregrin prin spa\u021biile celeste \u0219i, cu tine de m\u00e2n\u0103…”Pe urma pa\u0219ilor pierdu\u021bi”, vom l\u0103sa c\u00e2teva…”Fr\u00e2nturi de via\u021b\u0103 “, unde se vor cufunda poate al\u021bi ochi s\u0103 afle despre noi, de mine \u0219i de tine COPILE \u00a0c\u0103, am\u00e2ndoi, nu suntem altceva, dec\u00e2t EU cu oglinda sufletului meu ! Uit\u0103-te pe cer, Copile, vezi steaua aceea mare ce luce\u0219te pe bolt\u0103 ? Razele-i ajung p\u00e2n\u0103 aici la noi, \u00een noi \u0219i-n fiecare dintre voi, oameni buni, binecuv\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-ne cu lumina-i sf\u00e2nt\u0103, semn c\u0103 acum se na\u0219te M\u00e2ntuitorul ! E r\u00e2ndul t\u0103u s\u0103 te bucuri COPILE… Auzi colind\u0103torii ? Au sosit, r\u0103sun\u0103 vocile lor divine peste plai, \u00een sat, pe uli\u021bi, la fiecare poart\u0103, la fiecare cas\u0103 … Hai s\u0103 ne bucur\u0103m, COPILE, un an… \u00eenc\u0103 unul \u0219i-nc\u0103 al\u021bii… c\u00e2t o vrea Domnul, numai mul\u021bi s\u0103 ne fie ! Uite, vine Mo\u0219 Cr\u0103ciun, ne bate-n geam, fuga s\u0103-l \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103m !<\/div>\n

Cr\u0103ciun fericit lumii \u00eentregi \u0219i nou\u0103 !<\/p>\n

\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2014\u2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

Anna-Nora ROTARU\u00a0PAPADIMITRIOU<\/strong><\/p>\n

Atena, Grecia<\/strong><\/p>\n

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

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