La ora 10 diminea\u021ba, \u00een ’83, un b\u0103rbat impun\u0103tor ca un zmeu ascundea la spate o juc\u0103rie de plu\u0219 \u00eenalt\u0103 de un metru \u0219i-\u0219i fug\u0103rea pa\u0219ii spre maternitatea din Bra\u0219ov, locul \u00een care i se n\u0103\u0219tea prima fat\u0103. Prima fat\u0103 sunt eu \u0219i n-a\u0219 fi fost ast\u0103zi dac\u0103 nu erau ei: mama \u0219i tata. Ei doi \u0219i nimeni al\u021bii, nicio alt\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnire dintre dou\u0103 suflete nu m-ar fi z\u0103mislit pe mine, a\u0219a cum m\u0103 \u0219tiu \u0219i m\u0103 \u0219ti\u021bi \u0219i voi.<\/p>\n
Dar dac\u0103, totu\u0219i, a\u0219 fi (fost) altcineva…<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi un animal, a\u0219 fi o pas\u0103re, dar nu de prad\u0103. Un flamingo chilian b\u0103ltind la soare.<\/p>\n
Dac-a\u0219 fi un copac, a\u0219 fi un magnoliu- copacul cu nuferi, cum \u00eei spun eu. Pal, cu striden\u021be pe alocuri, cu ramurile \u00eenc\u0103rcate de flori, crescut la c\u0103ldura bl\u00e2nd\u0103 a prim\u0103verii \u0219i frumos mirositor.<\/p>\n
Dac-a\u0219 fi o cas\u0103, a\u0219 fi una micu\u021b\u0103, spa\u021bioas\u0103, din lemn, cu pere\u021bi de sticl\u0103 \u0219i “picioroange”, \u0219i a\u0219 sta \u00eenfipt\u0103 la malul oceanului Indian, pe o plaj\u0103 apar\u021bin\u00e2nd unei insule \u00eensingurate.<\/p>\n
Dac-a\u0219 fi o carte, a\u0219 fi una de colorat…pentru c\u0103 nu-mi permite \u00eenc\u0103 curajul s\u0103 fiu un roman autobiografic.<\/p>\n
Dac-a\u0219 fi un mijloc de transport, a\u0219 fi un tuk-tuk. Sau mai degrab\u0103 o tr\u0103sur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi un preparat culinar, cu siguran\u021b\u0103 a\u0219 fi desertul. Nici cald, nici rece, foarte cremos, fin, cu multe ingrediente \u0219i greu de preparat, nu ar ie\u0219i oricui.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o \u021bar\u0103, a\u0219 fi una liber\u0103…sau m\u0103car una \u00een care m-am sim\u021bit liber\u0103, s\u0103-i zicem Gambia. Sau Mozambique. Sau Malawi. Sau Sao Tome e Principe. Dar mai bine \u00eei spunem\u00a0 cuprinz\u0103tor: Africa.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o bijuterie, a\u0219 fi un inel de logodn\u0103 fin, din aur alb, \u00eenconjurat cu pietricele transparente semipre\u021bioase.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi un anotimp, a\u0219 fi, cu certitudine, \u00a0toamna: o bucat\u0103 zdrav\u0103n\u0103 de var\u0103, c\u0103deri \u0219i melancolii de toamn\u0103, ploi grele \u0219i treceri c\u0103tre sezonul rece, cu bucuria dat\u0103 de g\u00e2ndul la Cr\u0103ciun \u0219i la noianele de z\u0103pad\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi tasta unui computer, a\u0219 fi c\u00e2nd “back”, c\u00e2nd “delete”.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi un fruct, a\u0219 fi pepene ro\u0219u. Copt, dulce, nezaharisit, cu dou\u0103 \u0219iruri de s\u00e2mburi negri, a\u0219a cum aveau pepenii c\u00e2nd eram copil \u0219i \u00eemi f\u0103ceam din ei m\u0103rgele.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o form\u0103 perfect\u0103, aproape geometric\u0103, a\u0219 fi un fulg de nea a\u0219ezat pe o m\u0103nu\u0219\u0103 de copil, f\u0103r\u0103 degete, din l\u00e2n\u0103 nevopsit\u0103, cro\u0219etat\u0103 de bunica mea \u0219i legat\u0103 dup\u0103 g\u00e2t de perechea ei. Pentru echilibru \u0219i nevoia de apartenen\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o sal\u0103, a\u0219 fi una de teatru, cu scena mic\u0103 \u0219i sala mare, cu cortina ro\u0219ie din catifea u\u0219oar\u0103, cu miros de praf \u00eenvechit \u0219i o \u00eenc\u0103rc\u0103tur\u0103 suav\u0103 de energie bun\u0103 \u0219i emo\u021bie nefals\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o h\u00e2rtie, a\u0219 fi un bilet de tren cu o singur\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103torie \u0219i a\u0219 fi tip\u0103rit\u0103 pe h\u00e2rtie reciclat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi un an \u0219colar, a\u0219 fi clasa \u00eent\u00e2i, a\u0219 fi un \u00eenceput, o emo\u021bie, o bucurie, o fric\u0103, o prim\u0103 lec\u021bie \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o can\u0103 cu ceai, a\u0219 fi o infuzie de ment\u0103 cu o petal\u0103 de flori de tei, o adiere de soc \u0219i nici urm\u0103 de zah\u0103r. Temperatura mi-ar fi ideal\u0103, nu te-a\u0219 arde pe m\u00e2n\u0103, m-a\u0219 v\u0103rsa \u00eentr-o can\u0103 transparent\u0103 cu toarta f\u0103r\u0103 form\u0103 \u0219i m-a\u0219 mula pe nesim\u021bite dup\u0103 degetele tale.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi un articol vestimentar, a\u0219 fi o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 de noapte scurt\u0103, din dantel\u0103 \u0219i m\u0103tase fin\u0103, nu chiar mulat\u0103, lejer\u0103, semi transparent\u0103, sexy \u0219i mereu curat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi o vreme, a\u0219 fi instabil\u0103, a\u0219 avea de toate \u0219i m-a\u0219 \u00eencheia cu un curcubeu arcuit deasupra unei cascade braziliene.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi altceva dec\u00e2t sunt, a\u0219 fi o \u00eentrebare.<\/p>\n
Iar dac-a\u0219 fi o v\u00e2rst\u0103, a\u0219 fi infinitul.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi…<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Foto: Radu Coman<\/p>\n Make-up: Alina Ferinceac<\/p>\n <\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" La ora 10 diminea\u021ba, \u00een ’83, un b\u0103rbat impun\u0103tor ca un zmeu ascundea la spate o juc\u0103rie de plu\u0219 \u00eenalt\u0103 de un metru \u0219i-\u0219i fug\u0103rea pa\u0219ii spre maternitatea din Bra\u0219ov, locul \u00een care i se n\u0103\u0219tea prima fat\u0103. Prima fat\u0103 sunt eu \u0219i n-a\u0219 fi fost ast\u0103zi dac\u0103 nu erau ei: mama \u0219i tata. Ei doi \u0219i nimeni al\u021bii, nicio…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":7716,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"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":""},"categories":[78],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2178","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-seif"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/10474059_10152548373124026_1663986540_o.jpg?fit=2048%2C1152&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/phbXoj-z8","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2178","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2178"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17240,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2178\/revisions\/17240"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7716"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sabinabranduse.ro\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}