{"id":12313,"date":"2021-06-07T06:39:51","date_gmt":"2021-06-07T06:39:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/?p=12313"},"modified":"2021-06-07T06:40:59","modified_gmt":"2021-06-07T06:40:59","slug":"tapas-a-la-facebook","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/?p=12313","title":{"rendered":"Tapas \u00e0 la Facebook"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Am g\u0103sit leg\u0103tura dintre stretching \u0219i dulcea\u021b\u0103. Adic\u0103 nu pot renun\u021ba s\u0103 le tot fac. Pe unul, \u00een fiecare zi; cealalt\u0103, \u00een fiecare an, cum d\u0103 Domnul fructelor. Prima dulcea\u021b\u0103 pe anul \u0103sta: cire\u0219e de mai cu ment\u0103 \u0219i vanilie. S\u0103 p\u0103strez o culoare deschis\u0103 a dulce\u021bii \u00eemi solicit\u0103 oare\u0219ce acroba\u021bii, volute ale min\u021bii \u0219i chiar ureche muzical\u0103. Cinelul de final al dulce\u021bii \u00eel aud c\u00e2nd siropul, din care fructele au fost scoase, se \u00eenvolbureaz\u0103 \u0219i bolborose\u0219te ca mustul dat \u00een fiert. Urmeaz\u0103 apoi degustarea suprem\u0103 a lui \u0218tefan, \u00een gura c\u0103ruia m\u0103 uit ca la soare: \u201dMnnnda, are o atingere de ment\u0103 \u0219i un deget de vanilie.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u00centr-o via\u021b\u0103 anterioar\u0103, irisii au fost salcami. Miros puternic de asem\u0103n\u0103tor si \u00eenfloresc \u00een acela\u0219i timp. Si, pentru c\u0103 salcamii s-au lep\u0103dat de flori cu nemiluita, unora le-a venit ideea sa devin\u0103 “Cineva” pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. \u00cenc\u0103 nu s-au hot\u0103r\u00e2t ce culori sa \u00eembrace (chestiunea se dezbate \u00een continuare, c\u0103 doar asist la asta – dup\u0103 cum se vede), dar \u0219tim sigur ca florile de salcam au devenit irisi. La mine, cel pu\u021bin…<\/div>\n
Cei galbeni sunt irisi s\u0103lbatici, de Neajlov.<\/div>\n
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\"\"<\/a>50 \u00eemi sufl\u0103 puternic \u00een ceaf\u0103 si \u0219tiu c\u0103 a\u0219 putea p\u0103rea ridicol\u0103 cu genul \u0103sta de poze. Pe de alt\u0103 parte, \u00een ultimii ani, am fost \u00eentr-o devenire continu\u0103 (unii i-ar zice reinventare), nu doar fizic. Si poate ca tocmai asta m-a ajutat s\u0103 cap\u0103t o sprinteneal\u0103 mental\u0103 pe care nu-mi amintesc sa fi avut-o vreodat\u0103. \u0218i mai cred c\u0103 nu sunt (\u00eenc\u0103) o realitate \u00eencheiat\u0103. Deci, avanti, gondoliere!<\/div>\n
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Jur \u00een fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103: c\u0103 n-o sa mai s\u0103desc nicio floare (ca sunt oriunde te \u00eendrep\u021bi cu ochii), c\u0103 nu le mai raresc, ca nu mai but\u0103\u0219esc, c\u0103 nu mai acop\u0103r cu irisi nicio buc\u0103\u021bic\u0103 de gard nefardat\u0103, c\u0103 nu mai mut pui de liliac spre alte por\u021bi, c\u0103 nu mai pun alte culori de bujori, c\u0103 nu mai vreau trandafiri urcatori, c\u0103 nu mai bag lalelele in sufletul capsunilor, ca nu mai \u00eemperechez culori sau flori cu legume, c\u0103 nu mai pun la piciorul rosiilor craite, c\u0103 nu mai…., c\u0103 am palme de salahor, c\u0103 unghiilor le-o fi si lor dor de-o pensul\u0103 de oja.<\/div>\n
Doar jur. \u0218i de fiecare prim\u0103var\u0103 fac la fel. Florile sunt ca dragostea, niciodat\u0103 prea mult\u0103, niciodat\u0103 suficient\u0103, niciodat\u0103 c\u00e2t trebuie…niciodat\u0103…<\/div>\n
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Vede\u021bi franjurii de nori din partea stanga? I-am mu\u0219cat eu asear\u0103. Ce era sa fac? Prea \u00eemi st\u0103teau pe cre\u0219tet.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u00cen fiecare an, \u00een noaptea de \u00cenviere, imediat ce popa zicea primul \u201dHristos a \u00eenviat!\u201d, primeam un coco\u0219 alb. \u00cel prindeau de cu dup\u0103 amiaz\u0103 \u0219i \u00eel \u021bineau pe sal\u0103. \u00cei auzeam uneori zbaterile neputincioase. \u00cen drum spre biseric\u0103, tataia, un fel de plop uscativ \u0219i \u0219ugub\u0103\u021b, \u00eel ducea la subsuoara bra\u021bului \u00eentreg. Cu ciotul celuilalt bra\u021b \u00eei \u021binea ciocul \u00een vesta de care nu se lipsea niciodat\u0103, s\u0103 nu-i zboare pas\u0103rea din m\u00e2n\u0103. \u00cen singura palm\u0103 pe care o avea din na\u0219tere, coco\u0219ul \u00ee\u0219i l\u0103sa gu\u0219a umflat\u0103 ca \u00eentr-un cuibar. Nu se zb\u0103tea. Nu se zb\u0103tea nici c\u00e2nd, st\u00e2nd la piciorul stranei, a\u0219tepta noul proprietar. \u201d\u021aine-l de aripi, tataie!\u201d Iar pas\u0103rea trecea docil\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2inile mele ne\u00eenc\u0103p\u0103toare, ca \u0219i cum a\u0219 fi primit o lum\u00e2nare. Atunci nu \u0219tiam de ce bunicii mei f\u0103ceau asta, dar vedeam cum \u00eei lini\u0219te\u0219te.<\/div>\n
\u00cen sate din B\u0103r\u0103gan, coco\u0219ul alb este oferit drept lumin\u0103 celor pleca\u021bi dincolo f\u0103r\u0103 lum\u00e2nare. Coco\u0219ul alb este lumina celui \u201dadormit\u201d f\u0103r\u0103 de ea.<\/div>\n
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Hristos a \u00eenviat!<\/div>\n
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Cum a desc\u0103lecat el de pe motociclet\u0103 \u0219i a venit spre ma\u0219in\u0103… Semaforul a\u0219tepta verdele. Am crezut, dup\u0103 statur\u0103 (prin casc\u0103 n-am ghicit mare lucru), c\u0103 e un prieten. Am si cobor\u00e2t geamul. Ah, dar nu din nou! M-a complimentat… pentru… Exact, pentru ma\u0219in\u0103. A \u00eenc\u0103lecat apoi ca un cavaler, f\u0103c\u00e2nd, ca un fluture \u00een drum spre lamp\u0103, zig-zaguri, aplec\u0103ri, a stat chiar drept \u00een \u0219a, toate \u00eentr-o \u201dferomonal\u0103\u201d geometrie cuceritoare. Dar ne-am f\u0103cut doar cu m\u00e2na si el a luat-o aiurea.<\/div>\n
Eu uit\u00e2nd, \u00eentre timp, c\u0103 el cu ma\u0219ina avusese treab\u0103…<\/div>\n
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Gr\u0103dina m\u0103 striga, m\u0103 strigau \u0219i semin\u021bele de pus \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt, m\u0103 striga \u0219i sapa, cred c\u0103 am auzit \u0219i una dintre greble. Dar, pentru c\u0103 m-a provocat teribil romanul pe care \u00eel citesc acum (voi povesti despre el), m-am nimerit f\u0103c\u00e2nd pozele astea \u201dca- n ploaie, cu acela\u0219i obi\u0219nuit \u201dei poftim, a \u00eenceput”. Cine si c\u00e2nd o s\u0103 se uite la toate astea?” – zice Maria Stepanova “In amintirea memoriei”.<\/div>\n
\u0218i, v\u0103z\u00e2nd at\u00e2tea fandoseli, p\u0103p\u0103dia – hop \u0219i ea. Veni la photo shooting. Era singura care nu m\u0103 striga. \u0218tia c\u0103 o tai. Cu sapa. Prea s-a \u00eentins obraznic peste tot.<\/div>\n
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D\u0103c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u0219ed pe fesele-mi, mai bine \u00een m\u00e2ini; d\u0103c\u00e2t pe toat\u0103 talpa, mai bine pe v\u00e2rfuri; d\u0103c\u00e2t cu capu-n nori, mai bine la cutie; d\u0103c\u00e2t ni\u0219te poze, nu mai bine un filmule\u021b?<\/div>\n
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\u00centr-o sear\u0103, ap\u0103ru Ludmila, vecina mea rusoaic\u0103, cu un m\u0103nunchi de frunze de l\u0103cr\u0103mioare. \u0218i florile? Ce-o fi f\u0103cut cu ele? S\u0103 vezi, mi-am zis \u00een sinea mea, c\u0103 o s\u0103-mi cear\u0103 s\u0103 le pun \u015fi \u00een ap\u0103! Continuam s\u0103 o \u0163in \u00een pragul u\u015fii, pentru c\u0103 nu m\u0103 prindeam de glum\u0103 \u2013 probabil c\u0103 eram expresiv\u0103…. Ea z\u00e2mbea \u00een col\u021bul gurii, u\u0219or amuzat\u0103, masc\u00e2ndu-\u0219i din\u021bii mari.<\/div>\n
Aveam atunci vreo 20 de ani \u0219i lucram \u00een Chi\u015fin\u0103u la \u201cSfatul \u0162\u0103rii\u201d \u015fi la \u201cBASA PRESS\u201d ca reporter aspirant.<\/div>\n
Ludmila nu \u015ftia rom\u00e2ne\u015fte \u2013 continua s\u0103-mi z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 cu buzele-i c\u0103rnoase, aspre \u0219i colorate \u00een maroniu de la tutun \u2013 eu abia de \u00eenv\u0103\u0163asem 20 de cuvinte \u00een rus\u0103. Ce s-o \u00eentreb? Cum s\u0103-mi r\u0103spund\u0103?<\/div>\n
Bine \u0219tiam s\u0103 leg doar \u201dT\u00ee zab\u00e2la hleb la mine\u201d. Tot ea m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021base \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 c\u00e2nd, trec\u00e2nd s\u0103 m\u0103 viziteze, \u00ee\u0219i uitase p\u00e2inea la mine.<\/div>\n
Ludmila era educatoare \u015fi nu i-a luat mult p\u00e2n\u0103 s\u0103 se prind\u0103 c\u0103 habar n-aveam ce \u0163inea ea \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/div>\n
Dintr-o dat\u0103, mu\u015fc\u0103 rusoaica mea dintr-o frunz\u0103 de \u201dl\u0103cr\u0103mioar\u0103\u201d \u015fi plesc\u0103ie demonstrativ, \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eemi d\u0103dur\u0103 pe dat\u0103 lacrimile de la mirosul ca de usturoi\u2026. al leurdei. Cu Ludmila m-am \u00eemprietenit (de\u0219i avea un motan gras \u0219i nesuferit, care mi se \u00eenf\u0103\u0219ura continuu de picioare ca un pre\u0219 rupt), m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at ceva rus\u0103 (eu n-am reu\u015fit s\u0103 o \u00eenv\u0103\u0163 rom\u00e2n\u0103); dar cu leurda, ba!<\/div>\n
Ulterior, realizam pe zi ce trece c\u0103 \u00een Chi\u015fin\u0103u mult\u0103 lume \u00eei cuno\u015ftea propriet\u0103\u0163ile\u2026\u2026.O sim\u0163eam pe alocuri \u015fi \u00een redac\u0163ie\u2026 Acum o v\u0103d pe FB \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eenfior… \"\ud83d\ude42\"<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Am f\u0103cut sufleu de spanac cu g\u00e2ndul la mirosul leurdei. Re\u021beta e \u00een link comentariu.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Beneficiile leurdei: cur\u0103\u0163\u0103 s\u00e2ngele, ficatul, stomacul, intestinele, con\u0163ine vitaminele A \u015fi C, sulf, ulei eteric, calciu, fier, fosfor, sodiu, cupru, reduce colesterolul, este vermifug, antiseptic, antitoxic, ajut\u0103 \u00een bolile gastrointestinale, favorizeaz\u0103 eliminarea excesului de acid uric, \u00eent\u0103re\u015fte memoria, recomandat \u015fi \u00een st\u0103ri de anxietate.<\/div>\n
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\"\"<\/a>Finalmente, \u0219i istoria personal\u0103 se poate scrie tot la groapa de gunoi. V\u0103 mai aminti\u021bi de c\u0103r\u021bile de art\u0103 aruncate \u00een Balta Neajlovului \u0219i recuperate, \u00een parte, de noi? Pe scurt, povestea proprietarului, a\u0219a cum reiese din actele g\u0103site printre c\u0103r\u021bi.<\/div>\n
Tovar\u0103\u0219ul Mitricic\u0103 Valeriu s-a n\u0103scut \u00een 1928 \u00een Bucure\u0219ti \u0219i a tr\u0103it – imagina\u021bi-v\u0103! – la doar c\u00e2teva str\u0103zi de locuin\u021ba noastr\u0103. Azi ar avea sau ar fi avut 93 de ani. Tat\u0103l lui purta numele de Rafael. Suficient argument sa consideram \u00eenclinatia (sau poate pur snobism?) spre pictur\u0103 a personajului nostru? Nu \u0219tiu. De foarte t\u00e2n\u0103r, probabil, a fost angajat consilier pe probleme de industrie \u00een Marea Adunare Na\u021bional\u0103. Documentul g\u0103sit de noi atesta deja, la momentul anilor 1974, o vechime de 25 de ani \u0219i un salariu de 5 177 lei. \u00cen 1968 este decorat prin decret preziden\u021bial. Armata a f\u0103cut-o la Cluj, ca bibliotecar la Casa Armatei. Absolvent de \u0218tefan Gheorghiu, pasionat de art\u0103, ma\u0219ini, diet\u0103 – cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a arat\u0103 cele g\u0103site.<\/div>\n
Totu\u0219i, cum au ajuns c\u0103r\u021bile lui pe valea de gunoi a satului?<\/div>\n
Ipoteza mea: ca mul\u021bi dintre cei care avuseser\u0103 func\u021bii \u00een \u00eenaltul aparat de stat comunist, \u0219i-a cump\u0103rat cas\u0103 de var\u0103 \u00een zona C\u0103lug\u0103reni. Unii dintre ei, la Revolu\u021bie, pentru c\u0103 i-au hulit s\u0103tenii, au v\u00e2ndut \u0219i s-au dus spre alte sate (\u0219tiu caz concret).<\/div>\n
Stimabilul Mitricic\u0103 a avut probabil cas\u0103 \u00een zon\u0103, a fost v\u00e2ndut\u0103 de vreun an, iar c\u0103r\u021bile – aruncate. Fuseser\u0103 \u00eempachetate \u00een ziare din anii 1970 \u0219i depozitate de atunci \u00een vreun pod sau pivni\u021b\u0103.<\/div>\n
Actualul proprietar, iubitor mai degrab\u0103 de literatur\u0103 contemporan\u0103 stoars\u0103 din min\u021bile-butoi ale podgorenilor, a g\u0103sit de cuviin\u021b\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eencredin\u021beze v\u00e2ntului, gerului, ploilor, c\u00e2inilor r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele trecerii prin lume a unuia dintre r\u0103sf\u0103\u021ba\u021bii sor\u021bii comuniste.<\/div>\n
A propos de titlul unei c\u0103r\u021bi, s\u0103 fim aten\u021bi ce \u00eencredin\u021b\u0103m v\u00e2ntului…<\/div>\n
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Am g\u0103sit leg\u0103tura dintre stretching \u0219i dulcea\u021b\u0103. Adic\u0103 nu pot renun\u021ba s\u0103 le tot fac. Pe unul, \u00een fiecare zi; cealalt\u0103, \u00een fiecare an, cum d\u0103 Domnul fructelor. Prima dulcea\u021b\u0103 pe anul \u0103sta: cire\u0219e...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[1818],"class_list":["post-12313","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-personal","tag-texte-de-facebook"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12313","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12313"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12313\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12322,"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12313\/revisions\/12322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12313"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12313"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.dumitra.net\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12313"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}