{"id":13801,"date":"2014-11-17T09:40:59","date_gmt":"2014-11-17T06:40:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zigzagprinromania.com\/?p=13801"},"modified":"2016-07-01T20:42:48","modified_gmt":"2016-07-01T17:42:48","slug":"adrenalina-si-vis-in-padurea-de-verde-inchis","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zigzagprinromania.com\/blog\/adrenalina-si-vis-in-padurea-de-verde-inchis\/","title":{"rendered":"Adrenalin\u0103 \u0219i vis \u00een p\u0103durea de verde \u00eenchis"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>Pagin\u0103 de jurnal<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>20 octombrie 2014<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Magic&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Este ora 5 diminea\u021ba \u00een Vatra Dornei, <a href=\"http:\/\/zigzagprinromania.com\/suceava\/\">Suceava<\/a>, la <a href=\"http:\/\/zigzagprinromania.com\/parteneri\/casadidavid\/\">Pensiunea Casa Di David<\/a>. Afar\u0103, \u00eentuneric bezn\u0103. Camera, \u00eenfundat\u0103 \u00eentr-o lini\u0219te mortuar\u0103. \u00cen t\u0103cerea aceasta de vid, r\u0103sare prompt sunetul alarmei mele. M\u0103 trezesc \u00een capul oaselor f\u0103r\u0103 nici o re\u021binere, mai energic\u0103 \u0219i vie ca via\u021ba \u00eens\u0103\u0219i pentru c\u0103, \u00eenainte s\u0103 merg la culcare am proclamat cu t\u0103rie lui <a href=\"http:\/\/zigzagprinromania.com\/dumitrupascariu\/\">Dumitru<\/a>: \u201em\u00e2ine diminea\u021b\u0103 la 5 m\u0103 trezesc ca s\u0103 merg la alergat printr-o p\u0103dure draga mie\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>Echipat\u0103 toat\u0103, cu \u00eenc\u0103lzirea f\u0103cut\u0103, articula\u021biile mele pornesc \u00een ritm de alergare c\u0103tre p\u0103durea mea special\u0103. Cerul este \u00eentunecat \u0219i semi-senin, iar din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd pe \u0219osea, mai b\u00e2ntuie dou\u0103 faruri de ma\u0219in\u0103 speriind \u00eentunericul de pe col\u021burile cl\u0103dirilor. La \u00eenceput am ascultat c\u00e2teva melodii la c\u0103\u0219ti, dar pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce m\u0103 apropiam de spa\u021biul mistic, de un verde \u00eenchis, m-am l\u0103sat \u00een voia notelor de v\u00e2nt \u0219i fo\u0219net. Trec cu d\u00e2rzenie prin poarta c\u0103tre lumea noctur\u0103, misterioas\u0103 de brazi, ignor\u00e2nd parc\u0103 lini\u0219tea surd\u0103, neobi\u0219nuit de chinuitoare, \u0219i fuga p\u0103m\u00e2ntului de sub picioare c\u00e2nd \u00een lipsa aceasta de lumin\u0103 parc\u0103 levitez \u00een necunoscut.<\/p>\n<p>Imediat ce intru, p\u0103\u0219ind pe holul misterios, sunt surprins\u0103 de un sentiment rece c\u0103 sunt privit\u0103, c\u0103 mii de ochi se uit\u0103 la mine, se \u00eentreab\u0103 cine sunt \u0219i ce treab\u0103 am prin p\u0103r\u021bile acestea, cum de vin singur\u0103, cum s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mpine&#8230; M\u0103 opresc o clip\u0103 \u0219i scurt, parc\u0103 superficial, spun o rug\u0103ciune de acceptare a mea \u00een acele locuri, la acea or\u0103 matinal\u0103, uit\u00e2nd complet s\u0103 m\u0103 prezint. Totu\u0219i, cu un pic de lumin\u0103 de la mobil, continui s\u0103 alerg \u00eenainte. Pe poteca str\u0103b\u0103tut\u0103 de str\u0103jeri \u00eenal\u021bi cu frunze ascu\u021bite, aerul curat, revigorant \u00eemi inund\u0103 pl\u0103m\u00e2nii. Alergarea mea \u00een nemi\u0219care dezmor\u021be\u0219te semne de \u00eentrebare fantomelor p\u0103durii adormite sub plapuma mirajului nocturn-fioros.<\/p>\n<p>Respira\u021bia m\u0103 r\u0103core\u0219te \u0219i \u00eemi \u00eenc\u00e2nta papilele olfactive. Continui s\u0103 alerg p\u00e2n\u0103 ajung la o bifurca\u021bie de drumuri pe care nu mi le amintesc&#8230; \u00cemi amintesc cum, copil\u0103 fiind, \u00een sesiunile de antrenament din taberele de tenis de c\u00e2mp, alergam curajos pe timp de zi, \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021b, de \u00eentreceam toate fetele, chiar \u0219i c\u00e2\u021biva b\u0103ie\u021bi la proba de rezisten\u021b\u0103. \u00cemi amintesc cum \u00eencepea s\u0103 m\u0103 doar\u0103 \u00een st\u00e2nga \u0219i, totu\u0219i, continuam s\u0103 alerg cu dorin\u021ba de a \u00eenvinge acea durere, urm\u0103rind diferite reac\u021bii ale corpului meu la diferite modalit\u0103\u021bi de a respira sau de a-mi folosi mu\u0219chii \u00een alergare. \u0218i f\u0103ceam aceasta, doar din dorin\u021ba de a m\u0103 \u00eentrece pe mine, f\u0103r\u0103 a \u021bine cont de vreo carte, sau de vreo \u0219tiin\u021b\u0103 sau altele. Eram pur, inocent copil, curat la minte \u0219i la suflet, cu un trup puternic, s\u0103n\u0103tos, breaz&#8230; \u00cendraznea\u021b\u0103, curajoas\u0103&#8230; Ini\u021biatoare&#8230; A\u0219a am fost mereu. A\u0219a sunt \u0219i acum&#8230; A\u0219a vreau s\u0103 cred&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Iat\u0103-m\u0103-s! Alerg \u00een necunoscut pentru c\u0103 iubesc misterul \u0219i&#8230; \u0218i m\u0103 opresc brusc.<\/p>\n<p>Sunt fermecat\u0103&#8230; Hamacul luminos \u0219i galben st\u0103p\u00e2ne\u0219te peste v\u00e2rfurile gigan\u021bilor cu coif ascu\u021bit \u0219i crengi larg deschise de jur \u00een prejurul lor. O urm\u0103 de rotund \u00een umbr\u0103 \u0219i o semilun\u0103 neonic\u0103, sub\u021bire, lumineaz\u0103 cald peisajul feeric \u00eenconjurat de brazi \u0219i platoul \u00eentins, mare de iarb\u0103, pres\u0103rat alocuri cu puie\u021bi \u00eendr\u0103zne\u021bi \u0219i tupei\u0219ti. Pentru c\u0103, pentru a cre\u0219te \u00een mijlocul c\u00e2mpiei de iarb\u0103, descoperit, ai nevoie de ceva tupeu. \u00cens\u0103, nimeni nu r\u0103m\u00e2ne nesupravegheat, nici chiar eu. Str\u0103jerii \u00eenal\u021bi vegheaz\u0103 mereu sub sclipirile rare de diamante, care de care mai str\u0103lucitoare \u0219i mai limpede. Fiind u\u0219or acoperit de norii gri-cenu\u0219ii, tare \u00eemi doresc s\u0103 v\u0103d mai mult din cerul acela superb, mai mult din sclipirile de diamante oglindite doar \u00een ochii mei aprin\u0219i de splendoare. \u00cen privirea aceea pierdut\u0103, prins\u0103 de peisaj, spontan \u0219i nepl\u0103nuit, \u00eemi mut aten\u021bia pe un nor pufos \u0219i ciufulit.<\/p>\n<p>Sunt nemi\u0219cat\u0103 \u0219i doar privesc la spectacolul ce mi se arat\u0103. Acel nor greoi \u00eencepe a se mi\u0219ca, lent \u0219i ascult\u0103tor, mai la marginea \u0219cenei domni\u021belor de diamant; \u0219i ridic\u0103, astfel, cortina unei noi lumi, unei g\u0103uri, unui tunel plin de stele str\u0103lucitoare \u0219i zglobii care \u00eemi prinde \u0219i mintea \u0219i privirea. Ce sentiment&#8230; C\u0103 \u00een cer ar fi o gaur\u0103 pres\u0103rat\u0103 de lumini\u021be p\u00e2lp\u00e2itoare \u0219i albe, ca ni\u0219te Cenu\u0219\u0103rese dansatoare, ca ni\u0219te balerine plutitoare. \u0218i r\u0103m\u00e2n tot a\u0219a&#8230; Nemi\u0219cat\u0103 \u00een dansurile fermec\u0103toare. O \u0219cen\u0103 feeric\u0103 de spectacol pentru cine are visul \u00een suflet \u0219i \u00een minte r\u0103bdare.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen mintea mea e Nimic. Sunt goal\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba lui Dumnezeu. \u00cemi vine totu\u0219i un g\u00e2nd m\u0103re\u021b: aceast\u0103 gr\u0103din\u0103, oaz\u0103 de frumuse\u021be, cine a creat-o? Pentru cine a creat-o? Din moment ce m\u0103 g\u0103sesc aici, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 pentru mine, pentru fix acea clip\u0103. Cum m\u0103 face s\u0103 m\u0103 simt aceast\u0103 oaz\u0103 de splendoare? Iubit\u0103, fermecat\u0103, \u00eemplinit\u0103, uimit\u0103, \u00eendr\u0103gostit\u0103, inocent\u0103, m\u0103rea\u021b\u0103, des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103! Dac\u0103 Dumnezeu e Tat\u0103l peste tot, \u0219i Tat\u0103l meu Ceresc, \u0219i el a creat asta pentru mine, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103, plin\u0103 de dragoste pentru ai mei copii, voi crea asemenea oaze de frumuse\u021be pentru sufletul lor, pentru bucuria lor, pentru des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ita crea\u021bie ce vor fi \u0219i sunt \u00een viitor. \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 asta e menirea, \u0219i a\u0219a e dat s\u0103 fie. Acum Te \u00een\u021beleg, iubite Tat\u0103. Ca s\u0103 m\u0103 apropii de tine, trebuie s\u0103 contemplu crea\u021bia Ta \u0219i s\u0103 pl\u0103smuiesc una a mea.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;\u00cen energia acestui g\u00e2nd continui s\u0103 m\u0103 mir, s\u0103 admir, s\u0103 m\u0103 las purtat\u0103 de peisajul ce continu\u0103 s\u0103 mi se arate. Mul\u021bumesc \u0219i mul\u021bumesc acestui cadou des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219it. Mul\u021bumesc!!<\/p>\n<p>M\u0103 rev\u0103d alerg\u00e2nd pe aici \u0219i m\u0103 opresc. Fac cuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 cu micu\u021ba feti\u021b\u0103 blond\u0103 \u0219i sub\u021bire, cu ochi alba\u0219tri \u0219i veseli \u0219i \u00eei vorbesc cu dragoste. Ea \u00eemi r\u0103spunde imediat \u0219i m\u0103 ia de m\u00e2n\u0103. \u00cemi spune c\u0103 nu \u0219tie ce poate face \u0219i cum \u00ee\u0219i poate folosi puterile, iar asta st\u00e2rne\u0219te c\u00e2teva lacrimi reci pe obrazul meu \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eenfierb\u00e2ntat de la alergat. \u00cei cer iertare \u0219i&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Trosc! Un lemn crap\u0103 \u00een \u00eentunericul p\u0103durii. \u00cen prima faz\u0103 nu m-am speriat, dar roz\u0103toarea cea mic\u0103 a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u00eenv\u00e2rt\u0103 din ce \u00een ce mai repede roti\u021bele min\u021bii, iar ale mele g\u00e2nduri au \u00eenceput s\u0103 ruleze rapid. O \u00eentreb pe mica feti\u021b\u0103 cum s\u0103 m\u0103 orientez, ce s\u0103 fac: s\u0103 merg \u00eenainte, s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc pe drumul pe care am venit? G\u00e2ndind a\u0219a, mai aud c\u00e2teva lemne trosnind. Nu \u0219tiu ce s\u0103 cred. De la Dumnezeu \u0219i \u00eengera\u0219i, la animale violente&#8230; Sau curioase?&#8230; La t\u00e2lhari&#8230; Sau la un cerb frumos? \u00cencerc s\u0103 mai vorbesc cu feti\u021ba, dar a disparut. Fac c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u00een alergare spre \u00eenainte, dar m\u0103 opresc \u0219i o iau \u00eenapoi. Nu \u00eendr\u0103znesc nici s\u0103 aprind lumina s\u0103 v\u0103d ce e. Dau s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc. \u00cenainte de a pleca, totu\u0219i, mai mul\u021bumesc odat\u0103 Naturii \u0219i P\u0103durii ghidu\u0219e.<\/p>\n<p>Pornesc \u00een alergare. Numai ce salt c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u0219i m\u0103 \u00eentorc brusc. R\u0103m\u00e2n nemi\u0219cat\u0103. Mi se pare c\u0103 am auzit un c\u00e2ine alerg\u00e2nd c\u0103tre mine. M\u0103 uit bine \u0219i nu e nimic. Pornesc \u00een alergare din nou, cu o lumin\u0103 mic\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 de la telefon \u0219i cu m\u00e2na dreapt\u0103 la dos, \u00eendreptat\u0103 \u00een spate pentru c\u0103-mi ofer\u0103 un sentiment de protec\u021bie. Alerg cu inima \u00een fundul pieptului \u0219i ajung aproape de barier\u0103, unde se r\u0103resc copacii \u0219i apoi ies complet din p\u0103dure.<\/p>\n<p>\u0218i am ie\u0219it&#8230; \u0218i v\u0103d iar luna, cum plute\u0219te deasupra coifurilor ascu\u021bite, \u00eendep\u0103rtate, care p\u0103zesc stra\u0219nic o comoar\u0103 secret\u0103, nemai\u00eent\u00e2lnit\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci de mica, curioasa \u0219i neast\u00e2mp\u0103rata feti\u021b\u0103. O rev\u0103d \u0219i o \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ez de \u201ela revedere\u201d. O observ plec\u00e2nd zglobie \u0219i vesel\u0103, cu p\u0103rul dans\u00e2nd \u00een urma ei. \u0218i r\u0103m\u00e2ne s\u0103 o rev\u0103d c\u00e2t de cur\u00e2nd, ca s\u0103 lucrez cu aceast\u0103 inim\u0103 prea trepid\u00e2nde \u00een ultima perioad\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>\u00centorc\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 spre pensiune, mai am o dat\u0103 sentimentul c\u0103 m\u0103 fug\u0103re\u0219te un c\u00e2ine din spate, fapt pus pe seama unor frunze care, frecate \u0219i ridicate \u00een alergarea mea, mi-au dat senza\u021bia auditiv\u0103 c\u0103 sunt luat\u0103 prin surprindere de un c\u00e2ine care alearg\u0103 nervos spre mine. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it. Parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi \u00een filme. Cred, totu\u0219i, c\u0103 exist\u0103 entit\u0103\u021bi care ne urm\u0103resc \u00een fiecare clip\u0103. \u0218i fiecare spa\u021biu, are m\u0103car una, o entitate care \u00eel coordoneaz\u0103. Ca o firm\u0103 care e coordonata de un patron.<\/p>\n<p>Odat\u0103 ajuns\u0103 la pensiune, \u00een camera lini\u0219tit\u0103, fac un du\u0219 \u0219i \u00eemi \u00eencep ziua cu morm\u0103itul gros \u0219i masculin al blondului cafeniu cu ochi alba\u0219tri \u0219i piele de catifea, ascuns\u0103 \u0219i protejat\u0103 bine de nori\u0219orul alb \u0219i c\u0103lduros de pe patul molcu\u021b.<\/p>\n<p>Ce a mai urmat \u00een ziua respectiv\u0103&#8230; Nimic cu at\u00e2t de mult\u0103 adrenalin\u0103. M\u0103 bucur c\u0103 am avut timp s\u0103 scriu aceste r\u00e2nduri, c\u0103ci, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 munc\u0103 \u0219i organiz\u0103ri \u0219i discu\u021bii, mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u0219i o parte a sufletului ce cere atins\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Te pup!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Aventura continu\u0103! 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