{"id":1221,"date":"2009-04-26T21:44:16","date_gmt":"2009-04-26T18:44:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=1221"},"modified":"2009-04-26T21:44:16","modified_gmt":"2009-04-26T18:44:16","slug":"introduction-et-rondo-capriccioso","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/introduction-et-rondo-capriccioso\/","title":{"rendered":"Introduction et Rondo Capriccioso"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sau: ce au \u00een comun Claude Saint-Saens \u015fi Lorena Lupu?<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-includes\/images\/smilies\/mrgreen.png?w=700&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\":mrgreen:\" class=\"wp-smiley\" style=\"height: 1em; max-height: 1em;\" \/><\/p>\n<p>(teaser pentru lectura mea public\u0103 din Gayfest, pe 19 mai)<\/p>\n<p>Al lui Saint Saens arat\u0103 a\u015fa:<\/p>\n<div class=\"video-container\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"700\" height=\"394\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-HQyXWkABo0?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/div>\n<p>Al meu arat\u0103 a\u015fa: <!--more--><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><em>Aceasta nu este o tentativ\u0103 de jurnal. Din p\u0103cate, pornirea nest\u0103vilit\u0103 de a scrie nu \u00eemi apar\u0163ine; Ea a fost cea care mi-a introdus, la figurat, condeiul \u00een cuget \u015fi-n sim\u0163iri, \u015fi, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, m-a manipulat subtil, cu tertipuri numai de Ea \u015ftiute, s\u0103-l iau \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u015fi la propriu. Ea e singura vinovat\u0103 de paginile care urmeaz\u0103. \u015ei mai are o mul\u0163ime de alte p\u0103cate, pe care numai eu le \u015ftiu. \u015ei, desigur, le contabilizez cu str\u0103\u015fnicie \u00eentr-un catastif gigantic \u015fi \u00eei port o ve\u015fnic\u0103 ranchiun\u0103 pentru fiecare din ele, \u015fi pentru toate laolalt\u0103, \u015fi, mai presus de toate, fiindc\u0103 m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 \u00eentrez\u0103resc pentru o clip\u0103&#8230; Ce anume? \u015ei de ce numai pentru o clip\u0103?<br \/>\n\tDar s\u0103 nu anticip\u0103m. Povesteam despre spiritul Ei de ini\u0163iativ\u0103 \u00een ceea ce prive\u015fte c\u0103r\u0163ile altora. Despre modul Ei de a activa cerneala antipatic\u0103 din stilouri. Despre talentul Ei de a se impregna f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendurare pe retin\u0103, pe timpane, pe epiderm\u0103. Pe orice material capabil a o suporta.<br \/>\n\t\u00centr-o sear\u0103, pe bancheta din spate a unui taxi, Ea mi-a cerut amabil, dar ferm:<br \/>\n\t-V\u0103 rog frumos s\u0103 \u0163ine\u0163i jurnal de bord! E important s\u0103 consemn\u0103m tot ce facem\u2026 c\u0103 poate uit\u0103m.<br \/>\n\t(Niciodat\u0103 n-a abandonat, \u00een ceea ce m\u0103 prive\u015fte, pronumele de polite\u0163e. Nici m\u0103car atunci c\u00e2nd m\u0103 oc\u0103ra cu patim\u0103. Exista \u00eens\u0103 un paradox chiar \u015fi aici : \u00een general, m\u0103 f\u0103cea praf \u015fi pulbere pentru toate nimicurile \u015fi \u00eemi trecea cu vederea, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 comenteze, toate tr\u0103d\u0103rile. Din acest motiv, mi-a fost mai u\u015for s-o tr\u0103dez dec\u00e2t s\u0103 o deranjez cu nimicuri. Dar, repet, s\u0103 nu anticip\u0103m\u2026 )<br \/>\n\tCe era s\u0103 spun? Da, s\u0103 tr\u0103i\u0163i. Va fi pl\u0103cerea mea.<br \/>\n\t(De fapt, pl\u0103cerea mea cea mai mare nu era aceea de a scrie, ci aceea de a-i spiona capriciile,  de a-i ghici dorin\u0163ele din priviri, din fr\u00e2nturi de t\u0103ceri, din felul de a respira, din za\u0163ul cafelei. \u00cemi f\u0103cusem o cruciad\u0103 personal\u0103 din a-i p\u00e2ndi cu \u00eenfrigurare orice rug\u0103minte, oric\u00e2t de ne\u00eensemnat\u0103, orice ocazie de a face ceva pentru Ea, de a exista o clip\u0103 pentru Ea. Dac\u0103 \u015fi-ar fi dorit o statuie, m-a\u015f fi apucat de sculptat. Dac\u0103 \u015fi-ar fi dorit o stea cu numele Ei, m-a\u015f fi l\u0103sat de sculptat \u015fi m-a\u015f fi apucat de astronomie. Nu exista lucru de care s\u0103 nu m\u0103 fi apucat, dac\u0103 mi-ar fi cerut-o. Dar Ea\u2026 desigur, nu \u015ftia acest lucru. Sau poate c\u0103 \u015ftia, dar nu O interesa. Sau poate c\u0103 \u015ftia \u015fi O interesa, dar nu vedea rostul. Sensul. Scopul. \u00cen orice caz, nu mi-a cerut niciodat\u0103 nimic important. Except\u00e2nd rug\u0103mintea de a coase un nasture rupt, cu zece minute \u00eenaintea unui spectacol. \u015ei \u00eenc\u0103 ceva, complet insignifiant: un jurnal de bord. Iar eu n-am fost \u00een stare nici m\u0103car de at\u00e2t\u2026 precum urmeaz\u0103 s\u0103 vede\u0163i, r\u0103sfoind aceast\u0103 tentativ\u0103 e\u015fuat\u0103 pe \u0163\u0103rmurile a Ceea-Ce-Ar-FI-Putut-S\u0103-Fie.<br \/>\n(&#8230;)<br \/>\nDin seara asta m\u0103 apuc de scris. Poate o s\u0103 fie cartea vie\u0163ii mele.<br \/>\n\tEa a z\u00e2mbit enigmatic: \u201cCine \u015ftie?\u201d, apoi m-a p\u0103r\u0103sit pe bancheta din spate a acelui taxi, \u00een compania unui buchet uciga\u015f de crini imperiali. Erau de fapt ai Ei, \u00eei primise Dumnezeu \u015ftie de la ce admirator \u00eenfocat, dar mi-i d\u0103duse mie dintr-un capriciu. Prin intermediul lor m\u0103 \u00eenso\u0163ise p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103, urcase \u00een camera mea \u015fi se \u00eensc\u0103unase ca regin\u0103, umbrindu-mi patul cu petale delicate, opalescente. Acum, c\u00e2nd scriu (\u015fi nu scriu a\u015fa, oricum, ci r\u0103spund dorin\u0163ei exprimate de Ea) m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luie parfumul lor \/ parfumul Ei ame\u0163itor, ca un drog mortal, mi se strecoar\u0103 prin porii pielii \u015fi m\u0103 eutanasiaz\u0103 euforic.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(mai multe, pe 19 mai) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sau: ce au \u00een comun Claude Saint-Saens \u015fi Lorena Lupu? 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