{"id":137,"date":"2023-12-27T17:30:56","date_gmt":"2023-12-27T15:30:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/?p=137"},"modified":"2025-02-22T20:39:58","modified_gmt":"2025-02-22T18:39:58","slug":"sa-nu-iti-fie-frica-sa-iubesti-cazand-de-mada-cistelecan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/2023\/12\/27\/sa-nu-iti-fie-frica-sa-iubesti-cazand-de-mada-cistelecan\/","title":{"rendered":"S\u0103 nu \u00ee\u0163i fie fric\u0103 s\u0103 iube\u015fti c\u0103z\u00e2nd"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Poate dac\u0103 m\u0103 uit prin luminile \u00eenghe\u021bate noaptea \u00een decembrie c\u00e2nd nu pot dormi o s\u0103 zic \u00een g\u00e2nd: \u201eDa, am iubit \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it.\u201d O s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u021bepe r\u0103coarea \u00een obraji, ei se vor \u00eembujora \u0219i o s\u0103 \u00eemi dau seama c\u0103 numai frigul mai poate aduce un ro\u0219u aprins pe pome\u021bi, de c\u00e2nd am iubit. E frumos s\u0103 iube\u0219ti sau dragostea \u00een sine e un frumos pe care s\u0103-l iube\u0219ti?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Prima dragoste nu se uit\u0103. R\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00een acele cotloane ascunse ale min\u021bii de unde se aud pesc\u0103ru\u0219ii de pe plaj\u0103 \u0219i miroase a parfum r\u00e2nced. Te face s\u0103 fugi dup\u0103 vise trec\u0103toare \u0219i \u00ee\u021bi ia sclipirea din ochii naivi \u0219i o pune \u00een lacrimi arz\u0103toare. Este o emo\u021bie simpl\u0103 cu tr\u0103iri complexe \u0219i nu ai cum s\u0103 o retr\u0103ie\u0219ti. Cu to\u021bii am vrea s\u0103 o mai sim\u021bim, m\u0103car \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, la fel de \u00eemb\u0103t\u0103toare. Adev\u0103rul crunt, \u00eens\u0103, e c\u0103 aceasta este unic\u0103 \u00een toate sensurile ei. \u00cen toate sur\u00e2surile uitate la peronul care v\u0103 desparte, \u00een toate poeziile pr\u0103fuite sau \u00een toate vorbele trec\u0103toare c\u0103rora doar timpul nu le-a fost loial. Dans\u00e2nd printre mii de fe\u021be \u0219terse, alerg\u00e2nd \u00een mijloc de alee noaptea \u0219i fum\u00e2nd \u021big\u0103ri dulci pe un pervaz ploios \u00een iulie. Por\u021bi \u00een piept curajul \u0219i nefrica unui adolescent imatur care spune c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i dore\u0219te vara s\u0103 fug\u0103 departe de cas\u0103 \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de o m\u00e2n\u0103. Ai acea tinere\u021be ce te face s\u0103 vinzi casetofonul bunicilor ca s\u0103 ai bani pentru un cadou mai de doamne ajut\u0103. \u0218i pleci departe de cas\u0103 s\u0103 ui\u021bi c\u0103 lumea e f\u0103cut\u0103 din greut\u0103\u021bi, tu construind-o din iubire.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u00a0\u0218i apoi, vine o zi \u00een care o siluet\u0103 necunoscut\u0103 cumva intr\u0103 pe u\u0219a vie\u021bii tale cu pa\u0219i incer\u021bi, dar promp\u021bi. E totul at\u00e2t de nea\u0219teptat \u0219i rapid \u00eenc\u00e2t nici nu apuci s\u0103 \u00eenchizi u\u0219a \u0219i te treze\u0219ti c\u0103 amintirea siluetei r\u0103m\u00e2ne toat\u0103 via\u021ba al\u0103turi de tine. E acea persoan\u0103 care te face nebun de dor, pe care ai vrea s\u0103 o cuprinzi puternic, dar \u021bi-e ru\u0219ine. Silueta c\u0103reia \u00eei pictezi un tablou \u00een minte \u0219i apoi t\u00e2nje\u0219ti ore \u00eentregi dup\u0103 el \u00een timp ce zilele trec. \u00cempiedicat de sentimentele pe care nu le-ai mai sim\u021bit \u00eenainte e\u0219ti confuz, dar z\u00e2mbetul \u021bi-e tot mai larg pe fa\u021b\u0103 \u0219i r\u00e2setele sunt tot mai r\u0103sun\u0103toare. Oare ce poate s\u0103 \u00eensemne? \u021ai-au spus prietenii c\u0103 ai s\u0103 te \u00eendr\u0103goste\u0219ti lulea, dar n-ai crezut \u0219i acum \u00ee\u021bi plimbi g\u00e2ndurile prin amintirile acelea din cauza c\u0103rora nu ai somn. E acea persoan\u0103 pe care obi\u0219nuie\u0219ti s\u0103 o iube\u0219ti \u00een fiecare sear\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 adormi \u0219i urm\u0103toarea diminea\u021b\u0103 c\u00e2nd te treze\u0219ti. E omul care \u00ee\u021bi ofer\u0103 o singur\u0103 scoic\u0103, \u00een schimbul \u00eentregii inimi.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ascul\u021bi ne\u00eencetat acelea\u0219i piese pe drum, acas\u0103 \u0219i \u00een timp ce lucrezi. Acele dou\u0103 piese de care e\u0219ti pur \u0219i simplu fascinat le vei auzi \u0219i dintr-o camer\u0103 cu a\u0219ternuturi ponosite \u0219i umiditate \u00een atmosfera grea. Ai eroi \u00een muzic\u0103 \u0219i consideri c\u0103 tot ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u021bine de filmul cel mai important al vie\u021bii tale. Va r\u0103m\u00e2ne filmul t\u0103u preferat probabil. \u00cenc\u0103 ascul\u021bi ploaia? Ironic, ploaia nu \u00eencepuse \u00een vremurile toride ale verii ce s-a l\u0103sat uitat\u0103 \u00een abis. Acum stai l\u0103crim\u00e2nd \u0219i o admiri, \u00eenc\u0103 speri c\u0103 se va opri?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">S\u0103 fim serio\u0219i, cine nu iube\u0219te ca un nebun pentru prima oar\u0103? Cine nu sacrific\u0103 pu\u021binul pe care \u00eel are la 17 ani pentru acel sentiment? Cui nu-i e fric\u0103 de suferin\u021bele \u0219i pl\u00e2nsetele pentru un cadru cu ochi alba\u0219tri? Este cea mai pur\u0103 form\u0103 de art\u0103 scris\u0103, pictat\u0103, jucat\u0103 \u0219i c\u00e2ntat\u0103, iubirea. Iubirea ne face oameni \u0219i oamenii o fac s\u0103 fie frumoas\u0103. S\u0103 nu-\u021bi fie fric\u0103 s\u0103 iube\u0219ti c\u0103z\u00e2nd. Lovindu-te at\u00e2t de tare la \u00eenceput \u00eenc\u00e2t sim\u021bi c\u0103 \u021bi se rupe filmul \u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00ee\u021bi cade departe sub picioare lu\u00e2ndu-te pe nepreg\u0103tite \u0219i for\u021b\u00e2ndu-\u021bi inima s\u0103 te m\u0103n\u00e2nce de viu. Te sufoc\u0103 \u0219i te face s\u0103 te sim\u021bi mai viu ca niciodat\u0103.\u00a0 Transcende fericirea ta omeneasc\u0103 \u0219i amuzat de propiile tr\u0103iri, consideri c\u0103 numai tu po\u021bi sim\u021bi asta. E adev\u0103rat, nimeni nu poate spune acelea\u0219i baliverene ame\u021bite noaptea pe la dou\u0103 \u0219i nimeni nu poate adora din dep\u0103rtare imagini iluzorii ale amorului, cum o faci tu&#8230;\u00a0 \u00cen ultimele cadre \u0219terse, te \u00eenv\u0103luie cu nop\u021bi petrecute sub clar de lun\u0103 \u0219i apoi te las\u0103 treptat s\u0103 cazi \u00een gol. S\u0103 cazi cum nu ai facut-o niciodat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een acel moment \u0219i totu\u0219i s\u0103 iube\u0219ti cu toat\u0103 inima \u0219i speran\u021bele tale reflectate din suflet. S\u0103 te love\u0219ti mai puternic dec\u00e2t love\u0219te ploaia trotuarele \u00een octombrie \u0219i apoi s\u0103 te ridici doar ca s\u0103 cazi din nou. \u0218i dac\u0103 ai c\u0103dea de un milion de ori, iar apoi la un milion unu ori te-ai ridica \u0219i ai vedea ce doar sufletul poate \u00een\u021belege, ai mai pica din nou? \u021ai-ar fi fric\u0103 s\u0103 fugi c\u00e2t te \u021bin picioarele \u0219i s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi sim\u021bi bra\u021bele tremur\u00e2nd de emo\u021bie \u00een jurul g\u00e2tului acelui cuiva?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ai str\u00e2ns fiecare f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de acel ceva nesemnificativ care apoi a devenit \u00eentregul t\u0103u univers. Haine, brichete, ciocolat\u0103, bilete, flori \u0219i mostre de parfum doar ca s\u0103 te convingi c\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 acea siluet\u0103 e acolo l\u00e2ng\u0103 draperia ce \u00ee\u021bi cade pe calorifer. Un joc de noroc f\u0103r\u0103 ambi\u021bie, doar prostie pur\u0103 e dragostea. Cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a am ob\u021binut primul meu as. As de inim\u0103 ro\u0219ie.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Pentru un artist prima iubire mi se pare c\u0103 nu poate muri vreodat\u0103, dec\u00e2t dac\u0103 moare el odat\u0103 cu ea. Bine c\u0103 nu se poate muri din iubire. Scriitorii vor umple pagini \u00eentregi constant de cerneal\u0103 \u0219i \u00een fine, posibile lacrimi de fericire sau durere&#8230; Scriu de mai pu\u021bin de o lun\u0103 \u00een fiecare noapte \u0219i nu m\u0103 plictisesc de dragoste, iubire, amor spune\u021bi-i cum vre\u021bi. Eu nu mai vreau s\u0103 \u00eel denumesc nicicum. \u0218i c\u00e2nd ai ajuns s\u0103 treci peste popasul acesta ce credeai c\u0103 e infinit auzi o pies\u0103 oarecare pop \u00eentr-un bar. Folk sau rock? Mai conteaz\u0103? Con\u0219tiin\u021ba, \u201es\u0103 o m\u0103n\u00e2nce focul\u201d, te duce acolo unde nu vrei \u0219i unde nu ai mai mers demult. \u00cen gar\u0103 unde se auzea piesa \u0219i tu a\u0219teptai trenul \u00eent\u00e2rziat s\u0103 v\u0103 vede\u021bi prima oar\u0103. Dintr-o dat\u0103 alimentele nu mai par apetisante \u0219i b\u0103utura str\u00e2nsa \u00een pahare murdare de pe mas\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi sclipe\u0219te cu z\u00e2mbet r\u0103ut\u0103cios. \u00cens\u0103 pentru cine mai exact va muri vreodat\u0103 dint\u00e2ia dragoste? Poate celor ce \u00ee\u0219i v\u00e2nd sufletul s\u0103 uite cumva. Cine nu ur\u0103\u0219te s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 uit\u0103 pe zi ce trece tot mai mult?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Ai iubit prima oar\u0103, acum ce s\u0103 mai faci? Se simte at\u00e2t de rece \u0219i resping\u0103tor \u00eenc\u00e2t consideri c\u0103 va fi ultima.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Dac\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 ai iubit, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 nu a fost prima oar\u0103.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poate dac\u0103 m\u0103 uit prin luminile \u00eenghe\u021bate noaptea \u00een decembrie c\u00e2nd nu pot dormi o s\u0103 zic \u00een g\u00e2nd: \u201eDa, am iubit \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it.\u201d O s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u021bepe r\u0103coarea \u00een obraji, ei se vor \u00eembujora \u0219i o s\u0103 \u00eemi dau seama c\u0103 numai frigul mai poate aduce un ro\u0219u aprins pe pome\u021bi, de c\u00e2nd am [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":366,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-137","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-social"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=137"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":380,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/137\/revisions\/380"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/366"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=137"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=137"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rotarytransilvania.ro\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=137"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}