\u00centr-o sear\u0103, Daniel nu a putut adormi. St\u0103tea \u00eentins \u00een patul s\u0103u, privind tavanul, de parc\u0103 acolo s-ar fi aflat toate r\u0103spunsurile. Moartea mamei \u00eei zdruncinase lumea interioar\u0103, iar tat\u0103l s\u0103u, odinioar\u0103 puternic \u0219i neclintit, st\u0103tea acum adesea singur \u00een t\u0103cere, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 aprind\u0103 luminile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trecuse aproape un an de la \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntarea Elizabetei, c\u00e2nd Richard a murit pe nea\u0219teptate, \u00een urma unui infarct. Totul s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat brusc \u2014 \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, singur, \u00een biroul s\u0103u. Daniel nu apucase nici s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103, nici s\u0103-\u0219i ia r\u0103mas-bun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cenmorm\u00e2ntarea a fost modest\u0103. Richard nu fusese niciodat\u0103 un om al aparen\u021belor, iar testamentul, deschis \u00een fa\u021ba notarului, a surprins pe toat\u0103 lumea. Proprietarul showroom-ului auto a devenit un vechi partener de afaceri al tat\u0103lui, mai multe conturi au fost transferate c\u0103tre persoane necunoscute \u2014 iar avocatul a ridicat din umeri, spun\u00e2nd doar: \u201eA\u0219a a vrut el\u201d. Iar lui Daniel i-a fost l\u0103sat un teren mic \u0219i o cas\u0103 veche, izolat\u0103, despre care nu auzise niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 E vreo gre\u0219eal\u0103? \u2014 a \u00eentrebat. \u2014 Tata avea mai multe cl\u0103diri \u00een centru. De ce am primit doar asta?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Notarul a r\u0103spuns calm:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 \u00cen testament scrie clar: \u00abPentru fiul meu Daniel \u2014 coliba din p\u0103dure, ca s\u0103 poat\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103\u00bb. Nu sunt alte explica\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cuvintele tat\u0103lui p\u0103reau ciudate. \u201eCa s\u0103 poat\u0103 \u00een\u021belege\u201d? Ce anume trebuia s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
O s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu, Daniel a plecat acolo. C\u0103l\u0103toria a fost lung\u0103: tren, apoi autobuz, \u0219i \u00een cele din urm\u0103 \u2014 pe jos, pe un drum de \u021bar\u0103. Satul \u00een care se afla casa era de mult p\u0103r\u0103sit. Doar p\u0103durea din jur, lini\u0219tea \u0219i un gol ap\u0103s\u0103tor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd a deschis lac\u0103tul ruginit \u0219i a p\u0103\u0219it \u00een\u0103untru, aerul mirosea a umezeal\u0103 \u0219i lemn. Casa nu era chiar o ruin\u0103: mobilier simplu din lemn, o sob\u0103 veche, c\u0103r\u021bi pe rafturi \u0219i albume cu desene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aten\u021bia i-a fost atras\u0103 de un detaliu: \u00een camer\u0103 se afla un \u0219evalet. Proasp\u0103t. Curat. Pe el \u2014 o p\u00e2nz\u0103 grunduit\u0103 \u00een alb, de parc\u0103 cineva voise s\u0103 picteze, dar nu apucase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A m\u00e2ng\u00e2iat lemnul cu palma \u0219i apoi a observat un plic a\u0219ezat cu grij\u0103 pe mas\u0103. H\u00e2rtia era \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103, dar scrisul era clar:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ePentru Daniel. Iart\u0103-m\u0103 c\u0103 am t\u0103cut. A venit timpul s\u0103 afli.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00e2inile i-au \u00eenceput s\u0103 tremure. A desf\u0103cut scrisoarea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fiule,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dac\u0103 cite\u0219ti asta, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 nu mai sunt. Am ascuns un adev\u0103r \u00eentreaga via\u021b\u0103 \u2014 nu pentru c\u0103 nu aveam \u00eencredere \u00een tine, ci pentru c\u0103 mi-a fost team\u0103 c\u0103 vei p\u0103\u0219i \u00een el prea devreme, \u00eenainte s\u0103 fii preg\u0103tit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tu, la fel ca mama ta, ai un dar. Nu doar talent la desen sau poezie, ci o viziune adev\u0103rat\u0103. Ceea ce ai sim\u021bit mereu \u2014 umbrele, chipurile, visele care se adevereau \u2014 nu au fost inven\u021bii. Sunt parte din cine e\u0219ti tu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 te \u021bin \u00een \u201elumea real\u0103\u201d. \u021ai-am oferit tot ce-am putut \u2014 un c\u0103min, siguran\u021b\u0103, cunoa\u0219tere. Dar drumul t\u0103u e altul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aceast\u0103 cas\u0103 a apar\u021binut bunicului t\u0103u. El era pictor, iar \u00een lucr\u0103rile lui prindea via\u021b\u0103 ceea ce picta. Aici, prezentul \u0219i trecutul se amestecau. Aceast\u0103 colib\u0103 este un loc de putere. Ai grij\u0103. Unele picturi nu trebuie niciodat\u0103 terminate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u021ai-am l\u0103sat o singur\u0103 p\u00e2nz\u0103. Doar tu vei \u0219ti ce trebuie s\u0103 apar\u0103 pe ea. Dac\u0103 alegi s\u0103 pictezi \u2014 urmeaz\u0103-\u021bi intui\u021bia. Totul \u021bi se va dezv\u0103lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Daniel s-a a\u0219ezat, n\u0103ucit. \u00ce\u0219i aminti cum, \u00een copil\u0103rie, visa adesea oameni necunoscu\u021bi, cu care vorbea \u00een vis. Cum odat\u0103 desenase o cas\u0103 \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri \u2014 iar o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu, pe internet, v\u0103zuse acel acela\u0219i imobil ars. Mama lui \u00eel \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219ase atunci \u0219i \u00eei \u0219optise: \u201eNu e vina ta\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Crezuse c\u0103 totul fusese o coinciden\u021b\u0103. Dar acum\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen noaptea aceea nu a dormit. A stat pe prispa casei, ascult\u00e2nd p\u0103durea, v\u00e2ntul, fo\u0219netele. P\u0103rea c\u0103 locuin\u021ba prinde via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103 s-a trezit, a pus \u0219evaletul l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103 \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 picteze. M\u00e2na i se mi\u0219ca singur\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 g\u00e2nduri. F\u0103r\u0103 schi\u021be. Doar inima \u0219i pensula.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mai \u00eent\u00e2i au ap\u0103rut copacii. Apoi \u2014 o siluet\u0103 feminin\u0103 \u00een alb. Chipul \u2014 neclar, ca prin cea\u021b\u0103. \u00cen jurul ei \u2014 foc. Dar focul nu ardea. Focul o proteja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd a terminat, soarele era aproape de apus. Daniel era epuizat, dar sim\u021bea o pace ciudat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S-a \u00eentors s\u0103 plece\u2026 \u0219i \u00eenlemni.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen cadrul u\u0219ii st\u0103tea o femeie. Rochie alb\u0103. P\u0103rul str\u00e2ns \u00een coc. \u00cel privea z\u00e2mbind. \u0218i, de\u0219i era \u00eentuneric, el \u0219tia. Era Elizabeta.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mam\u0103? \u2014 \u0219opti el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ea nu spuse nimic. Se apropie, \u00eei atinse u\u0219or m\u00e2na \u2014 \u0219i disp\u0103ru, ca aburul unui ceai fierbinte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Daniel \u00eenchise ochii. Nu de fric\u0103. Din recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
De atunci a r\u0103mas \u00een acea cas\u0103. Lucra \u00een t\u0103cere, picta tablouri care, mai t\u00e2rziu, aveau s\u0103 devin\u0103 populare \u00een galerii, sub un pseudonim. Dar niciunul dintre ele nu era doar un simplu peisaj. Toate aveau un mister: unii recuno\u0219teau \u00een ele rude decedate, al\u021bii \u2014 locuri \u00een care nu fuseser\u0103 niciodat\u0103, dar pe care le visau din copil\u0103rie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
El nu c\u0103uta faim\u0103. G\u0103sise un sens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iar \u00eentr-un col\u021b al atelierului s\u0103u st\u0103tea \u0219i acum prima p\u00e2nz\u0103 \u2014 cu femeia \u00een fl\u0103c\u0103ri care \u00eei p\u0103zea drumul. Iar de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd trecea pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, \u0219optea:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mul\u021bumesc, mam\u0103. Am \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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