{"id":14308,"date":"2018-02-14T13:51:50","date_gmt":"2018-02-14T10:51:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/?p=14308"},"modified":"2021-02-14T20:33:36","modified_gmt":"2021-02-14T17:33:36","slug":"trandafiri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/trandafiri\/","title":{"rendered":"Trandafiri"},"content":{"rendered":"

De fiecare Valentine’s Day, Eusebiu se \u00eembr\u0103ca \u00eentr-un costum de Batman, cu masc\u0103 facial\u0103 inclus\u0103, lua un buchet de 50 de trandafiri ro\u015fii, \u015fi pleca cu skateboardul prin ora\u015f. \u00cemp\u0103r\u0163ea ace\u015fti trandafiri femeilor singure de pe str\u0103zi, de pe la mese, de pe b\u0103nci \u015fi din diverse col\u0163i\u015foare urbane. De ce? Pur \u015fi simplu, pentru c\u0103 putea. \u015ei pentru c\u0103 \u00eei pl\u0103cea uneori s\u0103 fac\u0103 un gest dr\u0103gu\u0163 \u015fi anonim, lipsit de \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tura unei priviri sceptice: “Oare ce urm\u0103re\u015fte cu asta? Oare vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 fut\u0103? Oare vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 drogheze \u015fi s\u0103 m\u0103 v\u00e2nd\u0103 pe pia\u0163a de organe?”<\/p>\n

Sigur, \u00eencasa o droaie de priviri sceptice \u015fi a\u015fa, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd trec\u0103toarele luate pe nea\u015fteptate \u00een\u0163elegeau c\u0103 nu exist\u0103 nici o condi\u0163ie scris\u0103 \u00een fine printing, doar un gest \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor de tandre\u0163e f\u0103r\u0103 consecin\u0163e. Nu-l deranjau. \u00cen fond, femeile aveau de a face cu at\u00e2ta deranj nesolicitat, cu at\u00e2tea apropouri gre\u0163oase \u015fi cu at\u00e2tea insulte stupide de la masculi care nu puteau vedea mai departe de propria lor pul\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2t ar fi fost ciudat s\u0103 nu fie sceptice. M\u0103car unele. M\u0103car acelea pe care via\u0163a le erodase, c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t.<\/p>\n

\u015ei nu le alegea doar pe cele tinere \u015fi frumoase, op\u0163iunea evident\u0103 a c\u0103rnii. \u00cei pl\u0103cea \u00een mod special s\u0103 le dea flori b\u0103tr\u00e2nelor, femeilor de etnie rom\u0103 \u00een haine vechi \u015fi ponosite, fetelor ur\u00e2\u0163ele a c\u0103ror singur\u0103tate dureroas\u0103 aproape c\u0103 avea propriul ei cod numeric personal, femeilor obeze \u015fi celor care pl\u00e2ngeau. Pe scurt, tuturor acelor femei care ar fi atras batjocur\u0103 \u015fi glume proaste din partea gibonului obi\u015fnuit.<\/p>\n

Femeile frumoase erau obi\u015fnuite s\u0103 primeasc\u0103 trandafiri, prin urmare, r\u0103spundeau cu un z\u00e2mbet conven\u0163ional \u015fi cu un “Mul\u0163umesc” gr\u0103bit, tem\u00e2ndu-se ca urm\u0103toarea replic\u0103 s\u0103 nu fie “\u00cemi daai num\u0103rul t\u0103u de telefon, p\u0103pu\u015fea?”. Femeile c\u0103rora nimeni nu le d\u0103dea de obicei flori, care nu se vedeau ca frumoase, care nu g\u0103seau \u00eenc\u00e2ntare \u00een propria lor feminitate, aveau reac\u0163ii cutremur\u0103toare. Z\u00e2mbeau cu team\u0103, nesigure dac\u0103 e cazul s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 sau nu. Mul\u0163umeau cu voci pierite, sparte, venite dintr-un punct al fiin\u0163ei lor de care nu erau con\u015ftiente nici m\u0103car ele. R\u0103spundeau cu priviri \u00een care r\u0103s\u0103rea soarele, \u00eenmugureau copacii, se coceau fructele \u015fi se scurgea gemul \u00een borcane, totul \u00een c\u00e2teva secunde.<\/p>\n

Iar aceast\u0103 bucurie, care nu-i era accesibil\u0103 lui Gigel-cel-futac, i se p\u0103rea lui Eusebiu cea mai frumoas\u0103 expresie a feminit\u0103\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

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-Unde ai fost? Te-am a\u015fteptat un an \u00eentreg s\u0103 reapari!<\/p>\n

Floarea lui \u00eent\u00e2lni o pereche de ochi negri de furie.<\/p>\n

-Eu… eu…<\/p>\n

-Anul trecut, mi-ai dat o floare \u00een cafeneaua aia, de la col\u0163. Mi-ai dat-o \u015fi te-ai c\u0103rat. Am tot a\u015fteptat s\u0103 mai apari, \u015fi tu nimic.<\/p>\n

-Eu nu voiam s\u0103…<\/p>\n

-MI-AI CREAT SPERAN\u0162E, NEMERNICULE! \u015etii cum e s\u0103 visezi \u00een gol, f\u0103r\u0103 finalizare!?<\/p>\n

-Domni\u015foar\u0103, doamn\u0103, fac asta de la 12 ani. Nu era \u00een inten\u0163ia mea s\u0103… \u00cemi cer scuze dac\u0103 v-am…<\/p>\n

-Nu mai vreau nici o floare de la tine! E\u015fti un porc nesim\u0163it \u015fi lipsit de sentimente, ca to\u0163i b\u0103rba\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

-Sta\u0163i pu\u0163in. Cu ce am gre\u015fit, \u00een viziunea dumneavoastr\u0103?<\/p>\n

-Cu dispari\u0163ia, omule. De ce n-ai mai venit la mine?<\/p>\n

-Pentru c\u0103 eu nu c\u0103utam s\u0103 v\u0103 ag\u0103\u0163. Voiam doar s\u0103 v\u0103 ofer o floare. At\u00e2t.<\/p>\n

Femeia \u00eencepu s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 cu sughi\u0163uri.<\/p>\n

-\u015ei eu care am crezut c\u0103 poate fi o poveste de dragoste, domnule.<\/p>\n

Eusebiu se uit\u0103 mai lung la ea. Un pic cam matur\u0103 pentru el, dar to\u0163i prietenii lui erau obseda\u0163i dup\u0103 milfuri \u015fi cougars. Plinu\u0163\u0103, dar propor\u0163ionat\u0103. B\u0103rbie col\u0163uroas\u0103 \u015fi un nas cam mare, dar ansamblul era digerabil.<\/p>\n

-\u0102\u0103\u0103\u0103.<\/p>\n

-Po\u0163i, te rog, s\u0103-\u0163i sco\u0163i masca de pe fa\u0163\u0103, s\u0103 v\u0103d \u015fi eu cum ar\u0103\u0163i?<\/p>\n

Ca teleghidat, Eusebiu se execut\u0103.<\/p>\n

-Hmmmm. Nu. E\u015fti cam ur\u00e2\u0163el.<\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 \u0163i-a pl\u0103cut acest articol,\u00a0sus\u0163ine site-ul cu o dona\u0163ie<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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