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July 25, 2008

A fost odata ea… Privea prin geam si vedea soare, mult soare… o mare de soare. In camera ei domnea un intuneric inecacios. Numai ea putea trai acolo. Ea era singura ce putea respira acel aer putred si tacut.

Intr-o zi a gasit o usa subreda…dadea spre o camera intunecata… El a pasit curios. Abia respira si privirea nu strabatea prea departe.Zareste intr-un colt indepartat un geam…atat de indepartat ca trebuia sa traverseze jumatate d lume sa-l atinga in-de-aproape cu privirea.

Ea era inca acolo asteptand ca ziua sa se termine si soarele sa nu o mai chinuie cu razele lui.Pe el nu il putea vedea. Nu vazuse miscare pana acum. Nu in afara de cea a corpului ei.

El o privea. O singura respiratie ii despartea. Ea nu il vedea; nu il simtea; nu ii auzise pasii; nu ii stia glasul. Nu simtea mana lui pe umarul sau… nu ii simtea respiratia ce ii mangaia obrazul.

Ea privea in continuare…pe geam. El s-a plictisit sa o priveasca. Aerul a inceput sa il sufoce. Deja ochii il dureau. Deja isi simtea pielea prafuita. A iesit… si a lasat usa deschisa dupa el. Acum era invadata tot mai mult de lumina… nu intelegea de unde vine cealalta sursa a suferintei sale…

A ramas tacuta in coltul ei. Incetul cu incetul lumea i s-a luminat total. Cand el a venit a doaua oara…ea nu mai era… se amestecase undeva intre praf si intuneric…intr-un colt…

El o vedea pierduta…. ea stia ca nu este decat o poveste veche…

6 comments

  1. he felt the urge to be one of the night, one that could live in her habitat…you’d think he succeeded for only such a creature listens not to its reasoning but to its instinct…but somewhere he failed…she was never too close but he has pushed her away for good and now…he belongs to none of the two worlds


  2. he felt the urge to be one of the night, one that could live in her habitat…you’d think he succeeded for only such a creature listens not to its reasoning but to its instincts…but somewhere he failed…she was never too close but he pushed her away for good and now…he belongs to none of the two worlds


  3. again he was kept away almost gracefully by an invisible barrier, one that cannot be forced, that can only fall by its own accord…he’ll probably look again, in the same almost awkward and shy manner, not wishing to cause her the tiniest bruise, fearing he already did that, asking himself whether he’s selfish for even taking the risk…
    he still roams the border hoping he’ll be ignored, wishing to be cast out, praying he’ll be welcomed in, wondering if he should be, if he really needs be, if he’ll always hear this serenade of haunting voices…but he’ll be alright as long as she’s alright


  4. he recalls they once talked about intuition, she said one should trust and use it. he did use it and his empathy trying to figure out things he couldn’t ask about…he doesn’t know how well it served him. now he has a vague feeling that something’s not right, that something’s not fair to him and to her…to try and fix this indistinct problem he says goodbye officially so that he can’t change his mind
    before he leaves he tells her how much he won from meeting her, how much he learned and grew…he doesn’t know what else to say, but hopes she forgives him one last time for saying too much


  5. A fost odata ea… Privea prin geam si vedea soare, era acelasi soare cenusiu pe care il mai vazuse cu cateva veri in urma. I se parea ciudat oarecum, lumina palida o orbea, ii strapungea retina si ii provoca o durere insuportabila. Isi arunca privirea altundeva, si peste tot vedea acelasi cenusiu insuportabil. Inchise ochii si pentru o clipa revazu culoarea, aceeasi culoare de care ii era dor si nu putea sa o defineasca, aceeasi culoare care de fiecare data o calma, si o facea sa simta.. culoarea disparu.

    Intr-o zi a gasit o usa subreda.. Era demult cand se intamplase asta. Acum abia isi mai aducea aminte culoarea usii. El, “eL” cum obisnuia “eA” sa il alinte isi aprinse o noua tigara, uitand parca de cealalta care zacea imprastiind fum in scrumiera. Isi misca tacut un deget, ridicand praful fin ce abia se asezase..

    Ea era inca acolo asteptand. Asa a fost mereu, iar asteptarea parea parca sa ii odihneasca nelinistile. Isi arunca privirea, si acelasi gri peste tot o inconjura, o sufoca, ii provoca o senzatie.. .. Se uita la ceas. O luase inainte.. se intreba daca mai are rost sa-l dea inapoi. Oare ar mai fi castigat timp?

    El o privea. O singura clipa de neatentie si praful ridicat de incercarea lui de a o prinde il trezi din visare. Se uita la tigara ce se stinse singura, se uita la culorule din jur si incerca sa gaseasca o nuanta, macar una, asemanatoare cu ochii ei. “eA” nu era aici.

    Ea privea in continuare.. la ceasul caruia tocmai ii fixase ora. Castigase cateva ore.. isi dadea seama ca ar mai avea timp.. inca putin timp.. Mai arunca o privire la ceas si observa ca ramasese iarasi in urma. Chiar putin mai mult timp decat se asteptase vreodata. Daca ar fi stiut si “eL”.


  6. why do you cause such complacent reactions? i’m absolutely sure it’s none of your fault, but deep inside, it was always one of the few things that kept me at a certain distance from you. it’s a pity to be such a victim in your own life, because your blame percentage is really low in this situation …



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