{"id":9891,"date":"2015-10-13T06:39:39","date_gmt":"2015-10-13T06:39:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/?p=9891"},"modified":"2015-10-13T06:39:39","modified_gmt":"2015-10-13T06:39:39","slug":"frica-mi-e-ca-mor-ca-maine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lorenalupu.com\/blog\/frica-mi-e-ca-mor-ca-maine\/","title":{"rendered":"Fric\u0103 mi-e c\u0103 mor ca m\u00e2ine"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;\u015ei de-o fi la moartea mea \/ S\u0103-mi chema\u0163i ibovnica \/ S\u0103-mi \u0163in\u0103 lum\u00e2narea&#8221; <\/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\/bGu6T5V-UrA?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>-Ai venit p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103.<br \/>\nSosirea ei \u00eei d\u0103du putere. Puterea s\u0103-\u015fi ridice capul \u015fi s-o priveasc\u0103. Lung, \u00eenfometat, \u00eensetat, \u00eenviorat. S-o devoreze din pupile. S\u0103-i p\u0103trund\u0103 prin piele, prin pori, printre oase.<br \/>\nFemeia intr\u0103 pu\u0163in st\u00e2njenit\u0103. Fixa cu \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2nare un punct fix undeva, dincolo de el. Nu voia s\u0103-i \u00eent\u00e2lneasc\u0103 privirea; \u00eei era deja prea mult s-o intuiasc\u0103.<br \/>\n-Nu prea \u00een\u0163eleg de ce ai vrut neap\u0103rat s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi, \u00een fond nu ne-am vorbit de ani de zile \u015fi&#8230;<br \/>\n-Ia mai taci, f\u0103! <\/p>\n<p>Era acel ton vechi, familiar, \u00een \u015foapt\u0103; a\u015fa \u00eei spunea de c\u00e2te ori b\u0103teau vecinii \u00een \u0163eav\u0103, pentru c\u0103 ea \u0163ipa la fiecare penetrare de parc\u0103 ar fi futut-o de fiecare dat\u0103 cu o pul\u0103 nou\u0103, mai mare \u015fi mai groas\u0103. De fapt, se putea s-o fi futut de fiecare dat\u0103 cu o pul\u0103 nou\u0103, pentru c\u0103 fiecare \u0163ip\u0103t al ei \u00eel f\u0103cea s\u0103 se simt\u0103 cu jum\u0103tate de deget mai mare. Sau poate era doar ea, care se str\u00e2mta \u015fi pulsa orgasmic. \u00cen fine, era misterul iubirii perfecte.<br \/>\n\u015etia c\u0103 o s\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00een scurt timp. Omul simte lucrurile astea. De aceea insistase, pusese prieteni ai lui, prieteni ai ei, str\u0103ini, ba chiar du\u015fmani s\u0103 se roage de ea s\u0103 vin\u0103. Interesant, c\u00e2nd un du\u015fman \u015ftie c\u0103 mai ai c\u00e2teva zile de tr\u0103it, devine brusc foarte cooperant \u015fi amabil. Dac\u0103 ar fi fost a\u015fa \u015fi \u00een timpul vie\u0163ii tale, poate a\u0163i fi fost chiar prieteni, a\u0163i fi b\u0103ut beri \u00eempreun\u0103 \u015fi a\u0163i fi jucat fotbal duminica. Pe PlayStation.<br \/>\nFemeia e o creatur\u0103 a naibii de rea \u015fi de ciudoas\u0103 c\u00e2nd e r\u0103nit\u0103 \u00een orgoliu; nu doar c\u0103 le d\u0103duse flit tuturor, \u00eei \u015fi trimisese o carte po\u015ftal\u0103 cu &#8220;Ce frumos, se pare c\u0103 te-au ajuns \u00eenjur\u0103turile mele!&#8221; Carte po\u015ftal\u0103 care \u00eei gr\u0103bise lui sf\u00e2r\u015fitul cu vreo dou\u0103 luni, pentru c\u0103 tumoarea extirpat\u0103 reap\u0103ruse pe nea\u015fteptate \u015fi atacase \u015fi organele din jur. Era pe moarte. Era abandonul definitiv.<br \/>\n\u015ei \u00een acea diminea\u0163\u0103, \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencercase norocul ultima oar\u0103. \u00cei d\u0103duse un ultim SMS: &#8220;Vino.&#8221;<br \/>\n\u015ei venise.<br \/>\nAcum st\u0103tea \u00een cadrul u\u015fii. \u00centre ei se aflau o mie de nop\u0163i de futut f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eenceput \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit, o mie de conflicte mocnite \u015fi, desigur, moartea.<br \/>\n-De ce n-ai venit mai devreme? o interog\u0103 el c\u00e2t de t\u0103ios \u00eel \u0163inur\u0103 balamalele m\u0103cinate de boal\u0103.<br \/>\n-Pentru c\u0103 am avut treab\u0103. Ce, tu n-aveai treab\u0103 c\u00e2nd am avut eu nevoie de tine? ripost\u0103 ea, cu o ranchiun\u0103 proasp\u0103t redeschis\u0103 de noul repro\u015f.<br \/>\n-Ba da, ced\u0103 el \u015fi se l\u0103s\u0103 greu, obosit, cu capul pe pern\u0103.<br \/>\n-Acum c\u0103 m-ai v\u0103zut, pot s\u0103 plec? \u00eentreb\u0103 ea din cadrul u\u015fii.<br \/>\n-Sigur, \u00eenchise el ochii. <\/p>\n<p>Auzi u\u015fa \u00eenchiz\u00e2ndu-se \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot. \u015ei se preg\u0103ti s\u0103 moar\u0103 \u00een pace.<br \/>\nApoi, sim\u0163i o m\u00e2n\u0103 pe pul\u0103. \u00cel travers\u0103 un fior imposibil de descris, de parc\u0103 trupul lui ar fi fost o plaj\u0103 s\u0103rutat\u0103 de ultimul val al unei m\u0103ri ce disp\u0103rea.<br \/>\n-Dragostea mea, murmur\u0103.<br \/>\n-Ia mai taci, b\u0103. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;\u015ei de-o fi la moartea mea \/ S\u0103-mi chema\u0163i ibovnica \/ S\u0103-mi \u0163in\u0103 lum\u00e2narea&#8221; -Ai venit p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103. 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