{"id":10878,"date":"2016-05-17T07:05:19","date_gmt":"2016-05-17T07:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/?p=10878"},"modified":"2016-05-17T07:05:19","modified_gmt":"2016-05-17T07:05:19","slug":"rockstar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/rockstar\/","title":{"rendered":"Rockstar"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cristina Nemerovschi este prozatorul undergroundului. Scrisul ei e echivalentul rockului de garaj. Nimeni nu \u015ftie s\u0103 descrie arti\u015fti rebeli de ni\u015f\u0103, adolescen\u0163i ie\u015fi\u0163i din matc\u0103, rockeri b\u0103tr\u00e2ni \u015fi demen\u0163i, petrec\u0103re\u0163i profesioni\u015fti, pe scurt, via\u0163a de noapte, cum o face ea.
\nRomanul ei cel mai nou, Rockstar, se va lansa \u00een iunie. P\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, iat\u0103, \u00een exclusivitate, un fragment.<\/em> <\/p>\n

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Mi-am aprins \u00eenc\u0103 o \u021bigar\u0103, \u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 dac\u0103 ar trebui s\u0103 fumez alte \u021big\u0103ri aici, \u00een \u021bara asta str\u0103in\u0103, probabil c\u0103 ar fi fost indicat, pentru o experien\u021b\u0103 complet\u0103, \u0219i tocmai m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam oare care or fi mai bune, \u0219i dac\u0103 v\u00e2nz\u0103torii mi-ar putea explica treaba asta sau vor fi subiectivi, c\u00e2nd am ridicat ochii spre femeia din fa\u021ba mea.
\nEra minion\u0103, cu s\u00e2nii mari, str\u00e2n\u0219i \u00eentr-un hanorac mov, scurt. Purta o pereche de blugi aproape banali, t\u0103ia\u021bi \u00een multe locuri, cu un lan\u021b sub\u021bire at\u00e2rnat de un buzunar. Bocanci military, cu talpa \u00eenalt\u0103 \u0219i multe catarame. P\u0103rul foarte \u00eenfoiat, mov aprins, un amestec de fixativ, spume, geluri, ca \u0219i cum abia de c\u00e2teva ore venise de la o petrecere pentru care se aranjase cu grij\u0103. \u00cempingea un c\u0103rucior, \u00een care se afla un copil mic, cu o fa\u021b\u0103 vesel\u0103, care r\u00e2dea la mine \u0219i-mi \u00eentindea o m\u00e2n\u0103.
\nCred c\u0103 \u0219tiusem c\u0103 e ea \u00eenc\u0103 de pe la s\u00e2ni. Sau, oricum, de la hanoracul mov.
\nPurta des mov \u00een ultima vreme.
\nPrima chestie pe care am vrut s\u0103 i-o spun n-a ie\u0219it. Pur \u0219i simplu, am deschis gura s\u0103-i zic ceva asem\u0103n\u0103tor cu un salut, dar n-a ie\u0219it nimic, ci doar fumul pe care tocmai \u00eel tr\u0103sesem din \u021bigar\u0103. Lola a z\u00e2mbit \u0219i m-a ajutat:
\n\u2014 Hey, how\u2019s it goin\u2019?, a zis \u00eentr-o englez\u0103 superb\u0103, at\u00e2t de a ei, cu accent irlandez, dar nu asta era neap\u0103rat important, ci felul \u00een care mi-am dat seama c\u00e2t de bine \u00eei cuno\u0219team salutul, pentru c\u0103 i-l auzisem \u00een sute de interviuri pe care le ascultasem pe repeat, c\u00e2t de bine \u00eei recuno\u0219team timbrul u\u0219or r\u0103gu\u0219it, expresia pe care fa\u021ba ei o f\u0103cea \u00een timp ce \u021bi se adresa.
\nEra diferit\u0103 de cum era pe scen\u0103 \u0219i \u00een acela\u0219i timp nu era. De la dep\u0103rtare ai fi putut presupune gre\u0219it c\u0103 era o tip\u0103 ceva mai banal\u0103, dar de aproape era The Goddess, chiar \u0219i dac\u0103 ai fi fost unul dintre profanii care n-o ascultaser\u0103 niciodat\u0103 \u0219i nu-i cuno\u0219teau muzica.
\nLola, Lola mea, Lola pe care o iubisem de c\u00e2nd eram mic.
\n\u2014 Hello, i-am r\u0103spuns.
\nMi-a z\u00e2mbit.
\n\u2014 I don\u2019t know why you look so fuckin\u2019 familiar. Like I fuckin\u2019 saw you couple damn hours ago.
\n\u2014 You look like all my craziest and scariest nightmares, you are the most amazing and inspiring human being in the world, Lola, i-am r\u0103spuns, \u0219i pe urm\u0103, imediat, mi-a trecut prin minte c\u0103 a fost una dintre cele mai patetice \u0219i vag banale declara\u021bii pe care i le-a\u0219 fi putut face.
\nC\u0103cat, pe vremea c\u00e2nd aveam fantezii c\u0103 a\u0219 putea-o \u00eent\u00e2lni \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 zi, avusesem \u00een cap replici mai bune, chestii cu adev\u0103rat mi\u0219to pe care i le-a\u0219 fi spus \u00een cazul \u00een care clipa greu de imaginat \u00een care ea ar fi stat \u00een fa\u021ba mea s-ar fi transformat \u00een realitate. Dar Lola n-a p\u0103rut s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 a fost patetic.
\nA z\u00e2mbit \u0219i mi-a \u00eentins m\u00e2na. Avea unghiile scurte, date cu o oj\u0103 de culoare indigo, care \u00eentr-o anumit\u0103 lumin\u0103 p\u0103rea neagr\u0103, \u0219i multe inele de argint pe fiecare deget. De-a lungul degetului ar\u0103t\u0103tor \u00eei urca spre \u00eencheietura m\u00e2inii un tatuaj pe care i-l \u0219tiam at\u00e2t de bine, din fotografii. Live like you\u2019re gonna die tomorrow. Un \u0219arpe \u00eencol\u0103cit \u00een jurul cuvintelor.
\n(…)
\n\u2014 Welcome to the latest fuckin\u2019 nightmare then, love!, a zis ea, scutur\u00e2nd din cap, \u00een felul \u0103la inconfundabil.
\nI-am spus c\u0103 am o trup\u0103 rock, c\u0103 sunt fanul ei \u0219i c\u0103 am venit tocmai de unde a \u00een\u021b\u0103rcat dracu\u2019 iapa ca s-o \u00eent\u00e2lnesc. A z\u00e2mbit, dar n-a p\u0103rut cine \u0219tie ce impresionat\u0103. Probabil c\u0103 mul\u021bi oameni veneau din toate col\u021burile uitate de lume ca s-o vad\u0103. Era obi\u0219nuit\u0103. Am plimbat \u00eempreun\u0103 copilul din c\u0103ru\u021bul ei, \u0219i nu m\u0103 puteam opri din a m\u0103 g\u00e2ndi c\u0103 suntem ca \u00eentr-un film vechi \u0219i absurd, prin urmare genial, \u00een care se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 cele mai t\u00e2mpite chestii, dar nimeni nu se \u00eentreab\u0103 de ce. Am plimbat copilul \u00een c\u0103ru\u021b, am fumat un joint \u0219i am r\u00e2s. Era nepotul ei, copilul fiicei ei, adolescent\u0103, care \u00eenc\u0103 se afla la dezintoxicare, iar Lola trebuia s\u0103 aib\u0103 grij\u0103 de bor\u0103cu\u021b ca s\u0103 nu i-l ia protec\u021bia copilului. Nu-i era prea greu, mi-a zis c\u0103 se ata\u0219ase de el, \u00een plus avea cu cine s\u0103-l lase c\u00e2nd avea repeti\u021bii, concerte sau \u00eenregistr\u0103ri \u2013 toat\u0103 echipa ei ajunsese s\u0103-l iubeasc\u0103. M-a amuzat c\u0103 era mulatru.
\nA r\u00e2s \u0219i Lola c\u00e2nd s-a prins la ce m\u0103 uit, \u0219i a precizat c\u0103 fiic\u0103-sa avea o pasiune pentru penisuri \u00eenchise la culoare.
\n\u2014 43, and already a grandma, a zis Lola, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd. But it\u2019s ok. A rockstar, a mother, an ex-junkie, a role model, a grandmother, a lover\u2026 it\u2019s ok to be all these things, love, ya\u2019 know. Human heart is fuckin\u2019 infinite.
\nAm vrut s\u0103 o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ez acolo, pe loc, deasupra c\u0103ru\u021bului din care \u00eei or\u0103c\u0103ia nepotul maroniu, dar n-am \u00eendr\u0103znit. Cumva, Lola, de\u0219i sensibil\u0103, nu era genul care s\u0103 se lase \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at\u0103 cu u\u0219urin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Site Cristina Nemerovschi<\/a>, aici. Dar \u00eei pute\u0163i scrie \u015fi pe Facebook<\/a>.
\nPagin\u0103 Rockstar, aici<\/a>. Fi\u0163i pe faz\u0103, zilele astea va ap\u0103rea butona\u015ful de comand\u0103. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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