Apa sclipea \u00een nuan\u021be de ro\u0219u \u0219i portocaliu, iar Casiana sim\u021bea c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te un moment de basm. \u00cens\u0103 basmul ei era pe punctul de a se fr\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o clip\u0103, palma lui Olivian a \u00eempins-o cu for\u021b\u0103. Casiana a sim\u021bit aerul smulg\u00e2ndu-i \u021bip\u0103tul din piept \u0219i, apoi, trupul i s-a izbit de valurile reci. \u0218ocul i-a t\u0103iat respira\u021bia, iar g\u00e2ndul i s-a f\u0103cut alb, gol. A \u00eencercat s\u0103 strige din nou, dar apa i-a umplut gura.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pe barc\u0103, Olivian r\u0103mase nemi\u0219cat, privind \u00een jos. Fa\u021ba \u00eei era \u00eencremenit\u0103, dar \u00een ochi ardea o flac\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentunecat\u0103. \u201ePentru tine, Valerie\u201d, \u00ee\u0219i spuse, convins c\u0103 secretul lui fusese \u00eengropat \u00een mare. Barca se \u00eendep\u0103rt\u0103, iar Casiana fu \u00eenghi\u021bit\u0103 de ad\u00e2ncuri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trei ani mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00een satul natal al Casianei, oamenii povesteau \u00eenc\u0103 despre \u201eso\u021bia disp\u0103rut\u0103 pe mare\u201d. Pentru majoritatea, ea era doar o amintire. Pentru Olivian, era un trecut pe care se pref\u0103cea c\u0103-l pl\u00e2nge, \u00een timp ce tr\u0103ia al\u0103turi de Valeria.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar \u00een acea toamn\u0103, lini\u0219tea i se spulber\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La t\u00e2rgul de toamn\u0103 din ora\u0219, unde lumea venea s\u0103 cumpere mere ro\u0219ii, pl\u0103cinte aburinde \u0219i \u021buic\u0103 fiart\u0103, o siluet\u0103 ap\u0103ruse din mul\u021bime. Purta un cojoc alb, iar \u00een privirea ei ardea o lumin\u0103 care f\u0103cea s\u00e2ngele s\u0103 \u00eenghe\u021be. Era Casiana.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centoars\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncuri, nu ca o fantom\u0103, ci ca o femeie care \u00eenv\u0103\u021base din durere. Salvatorii o g\u0103siser\u0103, dup\u0103 zile de lupt\u0103 cu valurile, pe o plaj\u0103 izolat\u0103. De atunci tr\u0103ise ascuns\u0103, vindec\u00e2ndu-\u0219i r\u0103nile \u0219i hr\u0103nindu-\u0219i sufletul cu g\u00e2ndul la dreptate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Acum, \u00eentre miros de sarmale, c\u00e2rna\u021bi afuma\u021bi \u0219i miere de albine, ea \u00ee\u0219i fixa ochii pe b\u0103rbatul care o tr\u0103dase.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olivian sim\u021bi o ghear\u0103 \u00een stomac c\u00e2nd o z\u0103ri. \u00ce\u0219i duse m\u00e2na la piept, ca \u0219i cum ar fi vrut s\u0103 opreasc\u0103 inima s\u0103-i sar\u0103. Valeria, l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, r\u0103mase stan\u0103 de piatr\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu\u2026 nu se poate\u2026 \u2014 murmur\u0103 el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Casiana p\u0103\u0219i spre ei cu pa\u0219i calmi, fiecare atingere de bocanc pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul acoperit cu frunze uscate r\u0103sun\u00e2nd ca o judecat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Ai uitat, Olivian? \u2014 vocea ei era rece, dar \u00eenc\u0103rcat\u0103 cu puterea anilor pierdu\u021bi. \u2014 Ai uitat c\u0103 marea nu prime\u0219te cadouri murdare?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oamenii din jur se opriser\u0103 din r\u00e2s \u0219i din c\u00e2ntec. \u021a\u0103ranii cu cojoace \u0219i femeile cu baticuri \u00eenflorate \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103ceau cruci. B\u0103tr\u00e2nii \u0219opteau c\u0103 justi\u021bia lui Dumnezeu venise chiar atunci, printre tarabe cu mere \u0219i co\u0219uri de nuci.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Casiana se apropie la doar c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u0219i scoase din traist\u0103 albumul de amintiri, acela pe care \u00eel preg\u0103tise c\u00e2ndva pentru aniversarea lor. \u00cel deschise \u0219i \u00eel arunc\u0103 la picioarele lui Olivian. Paginile se deschiser\u0103, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd fotografiile cu fericirea de odinioar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Acestea erau vie\u021bile noastre. \u0218i tu ai ales s\u0103 le arunci \u00een valuri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Olivian \u00eengenunche, tremur\u00e2nd. Valeria \u00eel privi cu ur\u0103 \u0219i team\u0103, sim\u021bind c\u0103 dragostea lor vinovat\u0103 fusese doar o minciun\u0103 costisitoare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Casiana ridic\u0103 privirea spre cer \u0219i \u0219opti o rug\u0103ciune scurt\u0103, a\u0219a cum o \u00eenv\u0103\u021base mama ei: \u201eDoamne, d\u0103-mi puterea s\u0103 iert, dar \u0219i dreptatea Ta.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apoi, cu voce tare, hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, rosti:
\u2014 Nu voi fi c\u0103l\u0103ul t\u0103u. \u00ce\u021bi las soarta \u00een m\u00e2inile oamenilor \u0219i ale Celui de Sus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mul\u021bimea izbucni \u00een strig\u0103te, cer\u00e2nd judecata satului. Olivian fu prins \u0219i dus la primar, iar Valeria fugi, disp\u0103r\u00e2nd printre uli\u021be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen seara aceea, Casiana st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 foc, cu un ceai de ment\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2ini, ascult\u00e2nd fluierul unui b\u0103tr\u00e2n ce c\u00e2nta doine. Lumea o privea ca pe o \u00eenviat\u0103. Ea \u00eens\u0103 \u0219tia c\u0103 nu moartea o adusese \u00eenapoi, ci puterea de a \u00eenvinge tr\u0103darea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i, \u00een timp ce cerul se umplea de stele, Casiana sim\u021bi pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani c\u0103 r\u0103zbunarea fusese doar \u00eenceputul. Adev\u0103rata ei via\u021b\u0103 abia atunci \u00eencepea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aceast\u0103 lucrare este inspirat\u0103 din evenimente \u0219i persoane reale, \u00eens\u0103 a fost fic\u021bionalizat\u0103 \u00een scopuri creative. Numele, personajele \u0219i detaliile au fost schimbate pentru a proteja intimitatea \u0219i pentru a \u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi nara\u021biunea. Orice asem\u0103nare cu persoane reale, \u00een via\u021b\u0103 sau decedate, sau cu evenimente reale este pur \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare \u0219i nu este inten\u021bionat\u0103 de c\u0103tre autor.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Autorul \u0219i editorul nu \u00ee\u0219i asum\u0103 responsabilitatea pentru exactitatea evenimentelor sau pentru modul \u00een care sunt portretizate personajele \u0219i nu sunt r\u0103spunz\u0103tori pentru eventuale interpret\u0103ri gre\u0219ite. Aceast\u0103 poveste este oferit\u0103 \u201eca atare\u201d, iar orice opinii exprimate apar\u021bin personajelor \u0219i nu reflect\u0103 punctele de vedere ale autorului sau ale editorului.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Apa sclipea \u00een nuan\u021be de ro\u0219u \u0219i portocaliu, iar Casiana sim\u021bea c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te un moment de basm. \u00cens\u0103 basmul ei era pe punctul de a<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":40939,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41727"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=41727"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41727\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41728,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41727\/revisions\/41728"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/40939"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=41727"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=41727"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=41727"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}