{"id":406,"date":"2013-09-24T11:28:49","date_gmt":"2013-09-24T11:28:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.2link.ca\/newblog\/?p=406"},"modified":"2013-09-24T11:28:49","modified_gmt":"2013-09-24T11:28:49","slug":"marea-amorteala","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.2link.ca\/newblog\/2013\/09\/24\/marea-amorteala\/","title":{"rendered":"Marea Amor\u021beal\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"

Toamna si-a a\u0219ternut p\u0103tura de frunze moarte, fructe putrezite, castane c\u0103zute, peste natur\u0103. Marea Amor\u021beal\u0103 se a\u0219terne peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt pas cu pas. E frumoas\u0103 toamna, frumoas\u0103 \u0219i trist\u0103. Este, dac\u0103 dori\u021bi, imaginea unui \u201ece-ar fi putut fi<\/em>\u201d. Plin\u0103 de nostalgii, de regrete pentru acele zile de prim\u0103var\u0103 sau var\u0103 pe care le-am irosit privind un film idiotic sau toc\u00e2nd ore \u00eentregi prostii despre politic\u0103 \u0219i lucruri mici. Ne-am dori s\u0103 \u00eentoarcem timpul \u00eenapoi, s-o lu\u0103m de la \u00eenceput, \u00een acela\u0219i timp \u00eendoindu-ne de capacitatea noastr\u0103 de a face ceva diferit. Ne convingem c\u0103 n-am fi putut face nimic diferit, pentru c\u0103 asta a fost voia Domnului, la fel cum frunzele moarte sunt.<\/span><\/p>\n

Toamna este 40-ul naturii. Cel pu\u021bin toamna timpurie. La cap\u0103tul lui august, unii dintre noi \u00ee\u0219i imagineaz\u0103 c-ar mai putea aduna \u00eenc\u0103 o recolt\u0103. Poate c\u0103 e posibil dar trebuie s\u0103 fim aduna\u021bi, s\u0103 facem totul rapid, eficient. De obicei, ne a\u0219ez\u0103m pe prisp\u0103 \u0219i zacem acolo, rup\u021bi de \u00eendoieli. Sub ploaia de frunze \u0219i amintiri, uda\u021bi de burni\u021b\u0103 sau m\u00e2ng\u00e2ia\u021bi de un soare slab ne \u00eentreb\u0103m dac\u0103 se merit\u0103, dac\u0103 e posibil, dac\u0103 nu-i mai bine s\u0103 a\u0219tept\u0103m ca s\u0103 vedem cum se prezint\u0103 vremea. C\u00e2nd \u0219i dac\u0103 ne decidem, \u00een cele din urm\u0103 s\u0103 o facem, e mult prea t\u00e2rziu. E timpul culesului ultimelor struguri, cei acoperi\u021bi de brum\u0103, dulci dar neproductivi. Ne \u00eentrist\u0103m, ne m\u00e2niem \u0219i d\u0103m vina pe toamn\u0103, pe tumba continu\u0103 a vie\u021bii \u0219i a mor\u021bii.<\/p>\n

Ce-ar fi putut fi?! Orice. Numai dac\u0103 am fi dorit-o \u0219i dac\u0103 am fi f\u0103cut ce trebuia. Intr\u0103m \u00een iarn\u0103 cu dezam\u0103gire \u00een suflet, g\u00e2ndindu-ne c\u0103 prim\u0103vara urm\u0103toare vom face ceva diferit \u0219i toamna ne va g\u0103si cu hambarul plin, \u0219i o vom admira z\u00e2mbitori al\u0103turi de cineva, iar prin iarn\u0103 vom trece f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ne pese, al\u0103turi de acela\u0219i cineva, l\u00e2ng\u0103 un foc cald al unor butuci trosnitori. P\u0103c\u0103leal\u0103. E clar c\u0103 prim\u0103vara \u0219i vara urm\u0103toare o vom tr\u0103i cu aceea\u0219i indiferen\u021b\u0103 cu care ne tr\u0103iam zilele la 18-20 de ani, pentru c\u0103 oamenii fac ceea ce oamenii simt, nu ceea ce le face bine. Ciclul se repet\u0103. N-ar fi at\u00e2t de r\u0103u dac\u0103 n-ar veni \u0219i momentul \u00een care \u00eent\u00e2i prim\u0103verile \u0219i apoi verile ni s-ar termina. Atunci nu ne r\u0103m\u00e2ne altceva de f\u0103cut dec\u00e2t s\u0103 z\u0103bovim \u00eentr-o toamn\u0103 urmat\u0103 de iarn\u0103, urmat\u0103 de toamn\u0103, urmat\u0103 de iarn\u0103; o toamn\u0103 plin\u0103 de regrete despre lucrurile pe care nu le-am realizat. Vom asculta Nicu Alifantis \u0219i ale lui Emo\u021bii de toamn\u0103<\/a> \u0219i ne vom \u00eentreba \u201eDe ce<\/em><\/strong>?\u201d \u2013 ca \u0219i cum ar fi un mare mister. \u0218i, de ciud\u0103, ca s\u0103 putem supravie\u021bui prostiei noastre, vom blama prim\u0103vara pentru c\u0103-i schimb\u0103toare, cu noroi \u0219i ploi iritante; vom blama vara, cu ar\u0219i\u021bele ei \u0219i potoapele care ne inund\u0103 strada pa\u0219nic\u0103. Da, toamna \u00a0e cea mai bun\u0103, e domoale, e vis\u0103toare, e cald\u0103 uneori \u0219i blajin\u0103 iar c\u00e2nd plou\u0103, de\u0219i plou\u0103 \u00eendelungat, domolirea ploii ne las\u0103 chilo\u021bii usca\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Evident, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, ciclul va deveni iarn\u0103-iarn\u0103 \u0219i atunci, tot evident, iarna va fi cel mai bun loc de pe lume. Iar dac\u0103 suntem convin\u0219i, ridic\u0103m din umeri \u0219i morm\u0103im ceva despre voia Domnului, imagin\u00e2ndu-ne c\u0103 suntem at\u00e2t de \u00een\u021belep\u021bi c-o putem cunoa\u0219te.<\/p>\n

Pentru mine, toamna \u0219i iarna sunt nepl\u0103cute \u0219i le scurtez c\u00e2t pot. Nu vreau \u0219i nu pot s\u0103 stau pe o verand\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-mi amestec lacrimile cu ploaia moc\u0103neasc\u0103. \u00cencerc s\u0103-i aduc \u0219i pe ceilal\u021bi, pe cei la care \u021bin, al\u0103turi de mine, \u00een prim\u0103var\u0103. M\u0103 zbat \u0219i, nediplomat, f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103bdare, \u00eencerc s\u0103-i smulg din Marea Amor\u021beal\u0103, \u00a0s\u0103 le amintesc cum era nu foarte demult. Uneori \u2013 rareori – reu\u0219esc, dar p\u00e2n\u0103 s-au urnit, eu sunt deja \u00een toamn\u0103 \u0219i prim\u0103vara lor \u00eemi pare f\u0103r\u0103 credin\u021b\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 pasiune, f\u0103r\u0103 elan. Fie c\u0103 vreau, fie c\u0103 nu, trebuie s\u0103 merg \u00eenainte, s\u0103 trec prin nepl\u0103cuta iarn\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 renasc. De ce renasc?! De aia. Ca un copac netot, \u00eenfloresc \u00een plina toamn\u0103 a celorlal\u021bi \u0219i florile mi se scutur\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai dea rod. Poate c\u0103 e doar o fals\u0103 prim\u0103var\u0103\/var\u0103, ceea ce \u00een Canada se nume\u0219te Vara Indian\u0103<\/a> \u0219i pe care Joe Dassin o c\u00e2nta.<\/p>\n

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Toamna si-a a\u0219ternut p\u0103tura de frunze moarte, fructe putrezite, castane c\u0103zute, peste natur\u0103. Marea Amor\u021beal\u0103 se a\u0219terne peste p\u0103m\u00e2nt pas cu pas. E frumoas\u0103 toamna, frumoas\u0103 \u0219i trist\u0103. Este, dac\u0103 dori\u021bi, imaginea unui \u201ece-ar fi putut fi\u201d. Plin\u0103 de nostalgii, de regrete pentru acele zile de prim\u0103var\u0103 sau var\u0103 pe care le-am irosit privind un…<\/span><\/p>\n

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