{"id":9423,"date":"2023-12-16T14:15:00","date_gmt":"2023-12-16T11:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=9423"},"modified":"2023-12-15T11:53:06","modified_gmt":"2023-12-15T08:53:06","slug":"cinematic-dystopia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=9423","title":{"rendered":"Cinematic Dystopia"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">femeia \u00ee\u0219i toarn\u0103 cerneal\u0103 albastr\u0103 peste s\u00eenii mari, rotunzi ca dou\u0103 baloane umflate cu heliu de pe care z\u00eembe\u0219te Mickey Mouse \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i flutur\u0103 urechile, \u0219oricelul cere aplauze, se apleac\u0103, a\u0219teapt\u0103, admiratorii bat din palme \u00een timp ce ea mai umple o c\u0103limar\u0103 pe care \u0219i-o vars\u0103 iar\u0103\u0219i peste sf\u00eercurile \u00eent\u0103rite de iarna pe care eu o v\u0103d de ani de zile doar alb-negru\u2026 nimic nu e mai simplu dec\u00eet o iarn\u0103 aspr\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 culori, cu sobe pe care dorm motanii ame\u021bi\u021bi de fumul din horn, morcovul s\u00eengeriu al omului de z\u0103pad\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pierde \u0219i el culoarea, devine taciturn, porcul t\u0103iat \u00een b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103 pl\u00eenge cu lacrimi \u00eenghe\u021bate, nu mai adun\u0103 nimeni gr\u0103simea \u00een ligheane pentru a face s\u0103pun de rufe\u2026 sar c\u00eeinii \u00een lan\u021buri \u0219i url\u0103 \u00eenfometa\u021bi dup\u0103 o coaj\u0103 de m\u0103m\u0103lig\u0103\u2026 femeia e slab\u0103 ca un cui \u0219i \u00eemi atinge fa\u021ba cu s\u00eenii ei alba\u0219tri, cu sf\u00eercurile care stau s\u0103 se sparg\u0103, au form\u0103 de \u021bur\u021buri ce ar dori s\u0103 se topeasc\u0103 sub limb\u0103, poart\u0103 un palton rupt \u00een coate pe care i l-a d\u0103ruit o m\u0103tu\u0219\u0103 de-a mea\u2026 eu m\u0103 tot mut de pe un scaun pe altul, bag lemne \u00een foc, \u00eemi cr\u0103n\u021b\u0103ne cenu\u0219a printre din\u021bi \u0219i nu mai \u0219tiu de ce m-am trezit ast\u0103zi cu fa\u021ba bo\u021bit\u0103, am senza\u021bia c\u0103 s\u00eent pe alt\u0103 planet\u0103, respir sacadat, aproape c\u0103 plutesc datorit\u0103 c\u0103ldurii \u0219i sf\u00eercurilor din palton, nu pot \u00een\u021belege de ce iube\u0219te femeia at\u00eet de tare cerneala albastr\u0103 pe care \u0219i-o vars\u0103 peste tot\u2026 m\u0103 uit la ea, ea se preface c\u0103 nu-mi simte privirile, mi se umfl\u0103 pantalonul nefiresc de tare \u0219i de repede, arsurile din stomac nu-mi dau pace \u0219i caut plicurile cu lichidul acela albicios-pr\u0103fos care \u0219tie s\u0103 m\u0103 calmeze \u0219i s\u0103-mi adoarm\u0103 urletele din jurul ficatului\u2026 se a\u0219az\u0103 l\u00eeng\u0103 mine, m\u0103 \u00eenvele\u0219te cu paltonul, se lipe\u0219te de corpul meu, simt deodat\u0103 foame de carne, de piept albastru, o v\u0103d cum \u00eentinde m\u00eena dup\u0103 un ciot pe care \u00eel bag\u0103 \u00een sob\u0103, i se ridic\u0103 s\u00eenul pe care \u00eencerc s\u0103-l ling cu sfial\u0103, e prea mare, rotund, m\u0103 intimideaz\u0103, m\u0103 sperie, s\u00eent un s\u0103lbatic ce nu a gustat niciodat\u0103 cerneala proasp\u0103t\u0103 de pe piele\u2026 afar\u0103 ninge cu fulgi mari ca ni\u0219te pufule\u021bi, st\u0103 cineva acolo sus \u0219i taie pungile cu lame ascu\u021bite l\u0103s\u00eend fulguiala s\u0103 ne acopere\u2026 a\u0219a scriu to\u021bi poe\u021bii <em>ninge ca-n pove\u0219ti<\/em>, dar \u00een pove\u0219tile lor nu exist\u0103 femeia asta slab\u0103 ca un cui care \u00ee\u0219i acoper\u0103 s\u00eenii cu un palton vechi, c\u00eerpit, care abia reu\u0219e\u0219te s-o-nc\u0103lzeasc\u0103\u2026 scoate dou\u0103 pungu\u021be de ceai din buzunar \u0219i mi le d\u0103, am ap\u0103 fierbinte \u00een ibric, acop\u0103r c\u0103nile, a\u0219tept\u0103m s\u0103 ias\u0103 sufletul din ierburi, timp \u00een care reu\u0219esc s\u0103 o privesc \u00een ochi \u2013 valuri turcoaz din jurul insulelor grece\u0219ti, limpezi, ad\u00eenci \u2013 ape pe care stau b\u0103rcile \u00eentr-o nefireasc\u0103 \u00eencremenire\u2026 sorb din ceai, m\u0103 m\u00eeng\u00eeie pe frunte, reu\u0219esc s\u0103 iau un \u021bur\u021bure sub limb\u0103\u2026 nu mai ninge, s-a oprit, vin nori de ploaie acum \u0219i va curge ap\u0103 pe noi\u2026 a\u0219a arat\u0103 un vis incoerent, e o preumblare care m\u0103 face s\u0103 transpir abundent \u0219i s\u0103 urlu dup\u0103 un prosop cu care s\u0103 m\u0103 pot \u0219terge\u2026 mi-a\u0219 dori s\u0103 plec \u00eentr-un loc \u0219tiut doar de mine, s\u0103 pot fi din nou copil cu cheia de g\u00eet, s\u0103-mi julesc genunchii \u00een bosche\u021bii din fa\u021ba blocului, cu mingea la picior, s\u0103 cump\u0103r bor\u0219 acru de la vecina de la scara doi, b\u0103tr\u00eena aceea cu care crescuser\u0103m to\u021bi \u0219i care nu mai \u0219tia s\u0103 moar\u0103\u2026 c\u00eenta la balalaic\u0103 \u0219i mai avea un acordeon mititel pe care \u00eel chinuia atunci c\u00eend avea la bord un pahar de vin \u00een plus\u2026 sunetul acordeonului \u00eel asociez mereu cu nop\u021bile ruse\u0219ti, cu ru\u0219ii, cu frigurile lor albe \u0219i cu sticlele de votc\u0103, \u00een general \u00eemi aduce aminte de filmele acelea \u00een care apar familii \u00eentregi \u00eendobitocite de b\u0103utur\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 orizont, f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021be, v\u0103d mereu linguri care se \u00eenv\u00eert \u00een castronul cu bor\u0219 \u00een care plutesc singuratici c\u00ee\u021biva t\u0103i\u021bei prea fier\u021bi, apartamente mici, \u00eempu\u021bite, cu masa acoperit\u0103 de o mu\u0219ama jegoas\u0103, borcane m\u00eenjite de bulion, margarin\u0103, iar\u0103\u0219i bor\u0219, calorifere reci \u0219i batiste pline cu sm\u00eerc\u2026 m-a trimis maic\u0103-mea s\u0103 bat covorul \u00een z\u0103pad\u0103\u2026 am ur\u00eet mereu acest obicei\u2026 ur\u0103sc paleta de covoare \u0219i femeile care st\u0103teau \u00een genunchi \u0219i frecau persanele cu om\u0103t\u2026 ecranul telefonului \u00eemi arat\u0103 c\u0103 e trecut de ora trei\u2026 am praf pe noptier\u0103\u2026 \u00eel \u0219terg cu dou\u0103 degete\u2026 semnul victoriei\u2026 un b\u0103rbat alunec\u0103 pe schiuri, deseneaz\u0103 d\u00eere ciudate pe stratul de praf\u2026 \u00eei este \u0219i lui frig, probabil\u2026 am un metabolism de huhurez deviant\u2026 nu-mi g\u0103sesc lini\u0219tea\u2026 mi\u0219c pernele \u00eentre ele, ridic jaluzelele, p\u0103turile, m\u0103 uit la gunoierii care-\u0219i fac rondul de noapte\u2026 bu\u0219esc capacele de la containere, nu-i intereseaz\u0103 somnul celorlal\u021bi\u2026 fluier\u0103, url\u0103, ambaleaz\u0103 motorul ma\u0219inii, din canaliz\u0103ri iese abur fierbinte, sub asfalt se afl\u0103 un ceainic imens \u00een care fierbe lumea \u00een timp ce eu \u00eencerc s\u0103 nu m\u0103 trezesc din vis, locul acela de care a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 nu mai \u0219tie nimeni\u2026 s\u00eent nop\u021bi \u00een care \u00eel visez cu lux de am\u0103nunte \u0219i m\u0103 trezesc fericit, \u00eemi construiesc o c\u0103su\u021b\u0103 doar a mea, nu mai e nimeni \u00een jur, p\u0103m\u00eentul se sf\u00eer\u0219e\u0219te destul de repede \u0219i realizez c\u0103 e o insul\u0103 banal\u0103, verde, cu c\u00ee\u021biva copaci \u0219i un fir de ap\u0103 dulce, Crusoe s-ar sim\u021bi bine aici, poate c\u0103 a\u0219 avea de \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat unele lucruri de la el\u2026 \u00eenf\u0103\u0219or cu putere sfoara cheii \u00een jurul ar\u0103t\u0103torului\u2026 se face v\u00een\u0103t, simt \u00een\u021bep\u0103turi sub unghie, mi-e fric\u0103, poate voi r\u0103m\u00eene doar cu patru degete la o m\u00een\u0103\u2026 ciung, timid, cu sunetul acordeonului \u00een minte\u2026 bor\u0219ul chior \u0219i batistele pline cu muci\u2026 i-am pl\u0103tit eu paharul de coniac \u00een diminea\u021ba aceea\u2026 era tot singur\u0103, cerneala de pe s\u00eeni nu i se \u0219tersese, se a\u0219ezase la o mas\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei f\u0103cuse semn chelnerului s\u0103-i deschid\u0103 umbrela mare de pe teras\u0103\u2026 o deranja lumina prea puternic\u0103 a soarelui\u2026 m-a invitat s\u0103 iau loc \u00een fa\u021ba ei \u0219i m-a \u00eentrebat \u00een ce zi a s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00eenii ne afl\u0103m\u2026 e mar\u021bi, i-am zis, abia s\u00eentem la \u00eenceputul lunii \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 se simte frigul \u00een aer, nu au \u00eenverzit copacii\u2026 <em>nu m\u0103 intereseaz\u0103 deloc soarta copacilor, te \u00eentrebasem doar \u00een ce zi s\u00eentem\u2026 m\u0103 doare capul \u00eengrozitor \u0219i m-ar lini\u0219ti senza\u021bia c\u0103 ne afl\u0103m la sf\u00eer\u0219it de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00een\u0103\u2026 <\/em>am t\u0103cut\u2026 o \u0219tiam, o vedeam cum face turul cafenelelor din ora\u0219 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 oboseasc\u0103, cu un aer pierdut, inexpresiv\u0103, aproape inert\u0103 \u00een balansul ei printre copaci, alegea un scaun, cerea o cafea f\u0103r\u0103 zah\u0103r \u0219i, de multe ori, o gur\u0103 de coniac pentru a acompania infuzia\u2026 fuma destul de mult\u2026 cred c\u0103 \u00eentr-o or\u0103 a dat gata cam zece \u021big\u0103ri, aprindea una dintr-alta \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i \u00eendesa fumul \u00een pl\u0103m\u00eeni\u2026 \u00ee\u0219i \u00eenmuia ar\u0103t\u0103torul \u00een alcool \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i atingea buzele, dup\u0103 care scotea v\u00eerful limbii pentru a culege de acolo dulcea\u021ba b\u0103uturii\u2026 e <em>doar mar\u021bi?\u2026 mart\u0326ea este o zi tic\u0103loas\u0103 care nu preveste\u0219te nimic bun\u2026 e mai proast\u0103 \u0219i mai rea dec\u00eet lunea\u2026 nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 uit \u00eenapoi, dac\u0103 s\u0103 a\u0219tept sf\u00eer\u0219itul lumii\u2026 dar mar\u021bea nu m\u0103 convinge, e ca o femeie dezbr\u0103cat\u0103 doar pe jum\u0103tate\u2026 <\/em>face cercuri pe t\u0103blia mesei \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i schimb\u0103 des pozi\u021bia picioarelor\u2026 se uit\u0103 la mine \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i scoate e\u0219arfa\u2026 \u00eei privesc g\u00eetul dezgolit, vine dintr-acolo o adiere de ment\u0103 fin\u0103\u2026 \u00eemi place\u2026 coniacul \u0219i menta\u2026 diminea\u021ba asta promite, \u00een sf\u00eer\u0219it\u2026 pe l\u00eeng\u0103 noi se mi\u0219c\u0103 ni\u0219te porumbei care ciugulesc resturi de p\u00eeine c\u0103zute de pe mesele celorlal\u021bi clien\u021bi\u2026 unul mai b\u0103tr\u00eeior \u0219chioap\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i se uit\u0103 mai des la noi, cu team\u0103 \u0219i precau\u021bie\u2026 ea \u00ee\u0219i aprinde alt\u0103 \u021bigar\u0103\u2026 scutur\u0103 scrumul pe jos \u0219i gole\u0219te paharul\u2026 b\u0103tr\u00eeiorul prinde curaj, din dou\u0103 aripi ajunge pe mas\u0103 \u0219i se a\u0219az\u0103 pe e\u0219arf\u0103\u2026 i-a disp\u0103rut teama din priviri\u2026 se rote\u0219te de dou\u0103 ori \u0219i las\u0103 un g\u0103ina\u021b proasp\u0103t pe textil\u0103\u2026 dar nu se mi\u0219c\u0103 de acolo, nici g\u00eend\u2026 ne sfideaz\u0103 de la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea b\u0103tr\u00eene\u021bii sale\u2026 \u00ee\u0219i comand\u0103 alt coniac\u2026 eu vreau o cafea dubl\u0103 \u0219i un pahar cu ap\u0103\u2026 m\u0103 doare iar\u0103\u0219i stomacul\u2026 porumbelul \u0219chiop a plecat s\u0103 caute resturi \u00een alt\u0103 parte, \u00eel v\u0103d cum se ceart\u0103 cu cei mai tineri pentru o coaj\u0103 de p\u00eeine, eu \u00eemi fac curaj s\u0103 beau cafeaua f\u0103r\u0103 zah\u0103r \u0219i s\u0103-i culeg femeii dulcea\u021ba coniacului de pe buze\u2026 ne \u00eenc\u0103lze\u0219te soarele, vorbim despre ziua asta plictisitoare ca o femeie care nu \u0219tie s\u0103 se dezbrace \u0219i cerem \u00eenc\u0103 un r\u00eend\u2026 <em>m\u0103 duc p\u00een\u0103 la baie s\u0103 sp\u0103l g\u0103ina\u021bul de pe e\u0219arf\u0103\u2026 <\/em>are picioare lungi, frumoase\u2026 ca un sf\u00eer\u0219it de s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00een\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 mar\u021bi\u2026 deschid \u0219i eu ochii\u2026 dau cear\u0219aful la o parte\u2026 m-am murd\u0103rit de albastru pe piept, pe fa\u021b\u0103, pe m\u00eeini\u2026 buzele le am de aceea\u0219i culoare, iar \u00een gur\u0103 persist\u0103 dulcea\u021ba coniacului\u2026 plou\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 oprire, s\u00eent r\u00eeuri imense pe str\u0103zi, umflate, vor r\u0103bufni \u0219i vor acoperi lumea asta cu spume \u0219i crengi, cu animale moarte \u0219i cu pietre, c\u0103rnurile noastre se vor umfla \u0219i vor putrezi sub soarele care va veni dup\u0103 \u0219i noi nu-l vom mai cunoa\u0219te\u2026 nu mai \u0219tiu a c\u00eeta diminea\u021b\u0103 este asta, am renun\u021bat s\u0103 le mai num\u0103r, doar m\u0103 trezesc, clipesc, \u00eencerc s\u0103 v\u0103d via\u021ba celorlal\u021bi cum flutur\u0103 dup\u0103 perdele, \u00een strad\u0103, cineva a spart vezica cerului \u0219i oamenii au r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 stre\u0219ini\u2026 omenirea e ud\u0103, descul\u021b\u0103, dezorientat\u0103\u2026 am visat c\u0103 dorm \u00eentr-un magazin de p\u0103pu\u0219i, s\u0103ream dintr-un pat \u00een altul acoperindu-m\u0103 cu pelerinele lor de ploaie, ferestrele se \u00eenchideau singure, u\u0219a era tr\u00eentit\u0103 de furtuna de afar\u0103\u2026 r\u0103m\u0103sesem \u00een\u0103untru, blocat de fric\u0103, acoperit cu o p\u0103tur\u0103\u2026 p\u0103pu\u0219ile aveau priviri iscoditoare, reci, se uitau la mine \u0219i m\u0103 tr\u0103geau de m\u00eeini, \u00eemi puneau palmele lor mici pe cap \u0219i \u00eemi atingeau urechile care \u00eencepuser\u0103 s\u0103 mi se \u00eenvine\u021beasc\u0103\u2026 pere\u021bii aveau doar urmele unor tablouri vechi pe care nu le mai vedeam nic\u0103ieri\u2026 \u00een vis \u00eemi ap\u0103rea \u0219i o bab\u0103 cu buzele cusute care \u00eemi lega un fel de m\u0103r\u021bi\u0219or de gulerul pijamalei\u2026 nu m\u0103 simt deloc preg\u0103tit s\u0103 \u00eenfrunt dezastrul, nici s\u0103 v\u0103d Moartea cu ochii, \u00eemi este fric\u0103 de ea \u0219i de bra\u021bele sale \u00eenghe\u021bate\u2026 m\u0103 trage a\u0219a cum un magnet aduce c\u0103tre miezul s\u0103u pilitura de fier\u2026 baba \u00eemi \u00eendreapt\u0103 m\u0103r\u021bi\u0219orul pe pijama\u2026 m\u0103 dezmiard\u0103 cu degetele ei uscate\u2026 o fi Moartea cu batic pe cap?\u2026 z\u00eembe\u0219te ca o idioat\u0103 \u00een timp ce se \u00eenv\u00eerte \u00een jurul meu\u2026 p\u0103pu\u0219ile m\u0103 iscodesc f\u0103r\u0103 jen\u0103, s-au prins \u0219i ele de m\u00eeini \u0219i au f\u0103cut o hor\u0103 \u00een jurul patului: <em>a venit Moartea, ai s\u0103 pleci \u00een sf\u00eer\u0219it, du-te \u0219i s\u0103 nu te mai \u00eentorci!\u2026 <\/em>le cur\u0103\u021b m\u0103rul de pe noptier\u0103 \u0219i le \u00eentind c\u00eete o felie\u2026 n-a\u0219 vrea s\u0103 se usuce acolo\u2026 caruselul feti\u021belor de plastic prinde vitez\u0103, le sar rochiile de pe ele, p\u0103rul li se desprinde, s\u00eent cuprins de figurine dezbr\u0103cate ce r\u00eed \u00een hohote de mine\u2026 evadeaz\u0103 poe\u021bii din c\u00eercium\u0103\u2026 magazinul de p\u0103pu\u0219i a luat acum alt\u0103 form\u0103, are mese murdare \u00een\u0103untru\u2026 am b\u0103ut halbe \u0219i \u021boiuri f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le mai \u021bin socoteala\u2026 \u00eei privesc cum \u00ee\u0219i recit\u0103 unii altora inep\u021biile\u2026 \u00ee\u0219i fac socluri, b\u00eerfesc \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219teapt\u0103 cititorii s\u0103 le cumpere plachetele odioase\u2026 undeva, \u00eentr-o alt\u0103 galaxie, scriitorii de acolo fac acela\u0219i lucru\u2026 se ocup\u0103 \u0219i ei cu bro\u0219uri insipide \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i dau premii \u00eentre ei\u2026 \u0219i r\u00eed de-ai no\u0219tri, de lirica noastr\u0103 de birt terestru\u2026 cancerul are inten\u021bii amicale la \u00eenceput, nu te deranjeaz\u0103 nici m\u0103car \u00een somn\u2026 nu te anun\u021b\u0103 c\u0103 a venit \u0219i s-a instalat\u2026 te menajeaz\u0103, cu alte cuvinte\u2026 m-a\u0219 fi putut \u00eemprieteni cu el dac\u0103 ar fi b\u0103tut la u\u0219\u0103\u2026 dac\u0103 s-ar fi \u0219ters pe picioare \u00eenainte de a-mi intra \u00een cas\u0103, am fi putut chiar s\u0103 mergem \u00eempreun\u0103 la curve\u2026 dar a\u0219a, cu un nepoftit, nu te po\u021bi a\u0219eza la mas\u0103 \u0219i nu po\u021bi \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bi pl\u0103cerile vie\u021bii\u2026 a\u0219 vrea ca dumnezeu s\u0103 aib\u0103 \u0219i el cancer\u2026 \u00eel v\u0103d cum se \u00eentinde \u00een pat\u2026 a pus ni\u0219te bu\u0219teni pe foc \u0219i s-a culcat pe o parte, pe cea dreapt\u0103\u2026 are grij\u0103 ca inima s\u0103 i se odihneasc\u0103, s\u0103 nu-\u0219i pun\u0103 trupul m\u0103t\u0103h\u0103los pe ea \u0219i s\u0103 o striveasc\u0103 \u00een somn\u2026 baba \u0219i-a aranjat baticul \u0219i c\u00eent\u0103 acum la pian\u2026 p\u0103pu\u0219ile s-au oprit\u2026 se uit\u0103 la mine cu ochi fic\u0219i, lipi\u021bi de m\u0103r\u021bi\u0219orul de pe pijama\u2026 una dintre ele, cea mai curajoas\u0103, se 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