{"id":8663,"date":"2014-11-07T11:39:52","date_gmt":"2014-11-07T11:39:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.wordpress.com\/?p=8663"},"modified":"2014-11-07T11:39:52","modified_gmt":"2014-11-07T11:39:52","slug":"unde-ne-ducem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/unde-ne-ducem\/","title":{"rendered":"Unde ne ducem?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>M\u0103 uit la mine \u00een oglinda retrovizoare. Nu \u00een\u0163eleg ce caut \u00een aceast\u0103 ma\u015fin\u0103, cu acest om. \u00cei arunc \u015fi lui o privire: modul \u00een care schimb\u0103 sta\u0163iile de radio, \u00eenjur\u00e2ndu-le pe fiecare \u00een parte, e at\u00e2t de atipic pentru cineva ca el.<br \/>\n\u2014 Unde ne ducem?<br \/>\n\u2014 Nic\u0103ieri.<br \/>\n\u2014 Nu, serios, unde ne ducem?<br \/>\n\u2014 Nu, serios, habar nu am. Pur \u015fi simplu, am sim\u0163it impulsul de a te lua a\u015fa, pe sus, \u015fi de a pleca<br \/>\nundeva.<br \/>\nNu \u015ftiu ce s\u0103-i r\u0103spund. C\u0103 nu m\u0103 a\u015fteptam la una ca asta? Ar fi fost o minciun\u0103. Pe undeva, \u00een subcon\u015ftient, \u015ftiam c\u0103 m\u0103 pot a\u015ftepta la orice din partea lui. C\u0103 \u015ftiam c\u0103 \u00eemi coace ceva? \u015ei asta ar fi fost o minciun\u0103, habar nu avusesem c\u0103 \u00eemi mai acord\u0103 aten\u0163ie. Singurul adev\u0103r  era  acela  al  prezen\u0163ei  noastre  \u00eentr-un  cartier m\u0103rgina\u015f, singuri \u00een noapte, dup\u0103 geamurile fumurii.<br \/>\n\u2014 Voiam s\u0103 fim singuri, \u00eemi spune.<br \/>\n\u2014 Voiam s\u0103 fim singuri, \u00eei spun.<br \/>\nSe apleac\u0103 spre mine \u015fi m\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103. E mult spus c\u0103 m\u0103 s\u0103rut\u0103; abia \u00ee\u015fi atinge buzele de ale mele. Ne trece pe am\u00e2ndoi acela\u015fi fior; stomacul mi se contract\u0103, nu mai pot respira.<br \/>\n\u2014 Mi-a fost dor de tine.<br \/>\n\u2014 Cum adic\u0103 \u201e\u0163i-a fost dor de mine\u201c? Ne-am v\u0103zut destul de des. Deocamdat\u0103\u2026<br \/>\n\u2014 Nu ne vedem a\u015fa cum mi-ar pl\u0103cea s\u0103 ne vedem.<br \/>\n\u00cel \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fez, \u00eemi lipesc nasul \u015fi fruntea de g\u00e2tul lui; el m\u0103 trage spre sine \u015fi m\u0103 \u0163ine str\u00e2ns, de parc\u0103 ar vrea s\u0103 se absoarb\u0103 prin porii mei.  \u015ei ne oprim. Parc\u0103 \u015fi timpul se opre\u015fte. Ne respir\u0103m unul pe altul, ca doi aurolaci.<br \/>\n\u2014 Dac\u0103 am fi \u00eentr-un film, aici s-ar face fade-out, \u00een timp ce el ar trage-o deasupra lui, \u015fopte\u015fte cu buzele lipite de g\u00e2tul meu.<br \/>\n\u2014 Dac\u0103 am fi \u00eentr-o carte, aici te-ar suna cineva \u015fi ar trebui s\u0103 pleci urgent, r\u0103spund. Apropo de chestia asta\u2026 Cum de e\u015fti aici? Unde \u0163i-e\u2026?<br \/>\n\u00cei ating fruntea  fierbinte cu b\u0103rbia.  Alt contact care ne scurtcircuiteaz\u0103 pe am\u00e2ndoi.<br \/>\n\u2014 Abia acum \u00een\u0163eleg dragostea platonic\u0103, spune el, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd crispat. E genul de dragoste \u00een care oamenii<br \/>\nsunt mult prea cople\u015fi\u0163i unul de cel\u0103lalt pentru a se putea fute.<\/p>\n<p>(Fragment din Dona Juana. <a href=\"https:\/\/www.facebook.com\/events\/283949508468657\/?pnref=story\">Lansarea edi\u0163iei a doua, aici<\/a>. Nu v\u0103 dau invite, ca s\u0103 veni\u0163i doar dac\u0103 ve\u0163i considera c\u0103 merit\u0103.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>M\u0103 uit la mine \u00een oglinda retrovizoare. Nu \u00een\u0163eleg ce caut \u00een aceast\u0103 ma\u015fin\u0103, cu acest om. \u00cei arunc \u015fi lui o privire: modul&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8663","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-spicy"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8663","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8663"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8663\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8663"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8663"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8663"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}