{"id":2443,"date":"2011-04-10T08:11:49","date_gmt":"2011-04-10T14:11:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/?p=2443"},"modified":"2011-04-10T13:51:41","modified_gmt":"2011-04-10T19:51:41","slug":"ciresele-de-florica-batu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/?p=2443","title":{"rendered":"CIRE\u015eELE de Florica Ba\u0163u"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_2444\" style=\"width: 110px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/stanescu-george-desen.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2444\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2444 \" title=\"stanescu-george-desen\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.miscarea.net\/w\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/stanescu-george-desen.jpg?resize=100%2C211&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"\" width=\"100\" height=\"211\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2444\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Diminea\u0163a, mama f\u00e3cea o cruce frumoas\u00e3 pe gr\u00e2ul fiert din ajun...<\/p><\/div>\n<p>\u00a0 Ciresele coapte &#8230; Poate nu ar trebui s\u00e3 spun dec\u00e2t at\u00e2t: \u201eciresele coapte&#8221;. Gustul cireselor foarte coapte din vremea sf\u00e2rsitului de scoal\u00e3 &#8211; adio profesori si lectii si griji! &#8211; gustul cireselor coapte din S\u00e2mb\u00e3ta mortilor, nu stiu de ce, dar ciresele coapte din S\u00e2mbata mortilor aveau un gust deosebit, cu totul deosebit, pentru mine era gustul \u00eemplinirii depline, concentr\u00e2nd, parc\u00e3, \u00een sine, miezul deplin al vietii prezente.<br \/>\nDimineata, mama f\u00e3cea\u00a0o cruce frumoas\u00e3 pe gr\u00e2ul fiert din ajun, apoi pleca la biseric\u00e3 &#8211; noi trebuia s\u00e3 str\u00e2ngem cirese, c\u00e2t mai multe cirese, s\u00e3 aib\u00e3 mama de ajuns de&#8217;mp\u00e3rtit. In familia noastr\u00e3 erau multi morti si atunci &#8211; ne spuneam &#8211; trebuie s\u00e3 str\u00e2ngem cirese c\u00e2t mai multe, ne suiam bucurosi \u00een prietenul nostru, ciresul, era o zi deosebit\u00e3 si m\u00e2ncam cirese p\u00e2n\u00e3 nu mai puteam, g\u00e2ndindu-ne cu poft\u00e3 la coliva, br\u00e2nza, colacii si mai ales gogosile ce aveam s\u00e3 le m\u00e2nc\u00e3m dup\u00e3 ce femeile vor termina cu&#8217;mpartitu&#8217;.<!--more--><br \/>\nC\u00e2nd mama venea dela biseric\u00e3, ciresele erau str\u00e2nse deja, apoi d\u00e2nsa ducea pachetele, s\u00e3 impart\u00e3 pe la case, fiecare pachetel avea br\u00e2nz\u00e3, \u201ebr\u00e2nza \u00eei pl\u00e3cea mult tatei&#8221; spunea mama; si ou \u201emicul Gheorghe m\u00e2nca, cu poft\u00e3 ou\u00e3le&#8221; ofta mama; si peste \u201emama &#8211; Dumnezeu s\u00e3 o ierte &#8211; iubea pestele&#8221; zicea iar\u00e3si mama; si \u00eenc\u00e3&#8230; si \u00eenc\u00e3&#8230; Mama pleca, alte femei aduceau pachetele si c\u00e2nd datoria fat\u00e3 de morti era \u00eemplinit\u00e3, mama punea pe mas\u00e3 pachetelele primite si obosit\u00e3, spunea:<br \/>\n&#8211; M\u00e2ncati, copii! M\u00e2ncati pe s\u00e3turate!<br \/>\nS i noi ne repezeam fericiti si pentru c\u00e3 era cald si gr\u00e2ul fiert putea s\u00e3 se acreasc\u00e3, mama ne mai \u00eendemna spre final:<br \/>\n&#8211; M\u00e2ncati, copii! M\u00e2ncati tot, c\u00e3 e p\u00e3cat s\u00e3 se strice!<br \/>\nSi noi ne aminteam ce \u00eenseamn\u00e3 s\u00e3 ai burta plin\u00e3 &#8211; piln\u00e3 cu toate bun\u00e3t\u00e3tile acelea si pe la sf\u00e2rsitul mesei, cu burtiile doldora, deveneam buni si viata, deodat\u00e3, frumoas\u00e3, nespus de frumoas\u00e3 &#8211; parc\u00e3 si pomii erau mai frati cu noi, ca oric\u00e2nd, parc\u00e3 si cerul era de acum ca o cuvertur\u00e3 tesut\u00e3 de bunic\u00e3, parc\u00e3 si iarba devenise, acum, sora noastr\u00e3 mai mic\u00e3.<br \/>\nIn final, veneau ciresele cu sucul molatec al lor, ca amiaza unei zile de var\u00e3 si totul era bun si perfect si cald deajuns ca s\u00e3 te crezi, tu \u00eensuti, o parte esential\u00e3 a universului &#8211; poate chiar centrul universului, nu? &#8211; s\u00e3 te simti asa, ca un fel de fruct ajuns la deplina ta maturitate, un fel de fruct din care timpul se naste, in care timpul se&#8217;ntoarce, in care timpul se joac\u00e3 de&#8217;a dura prin pleoape, prin t\u00e3lpi, prin degetele mici dela m\u00e2n\u00e3 &#8230;<br \/>\nEra S\u00e2mb\u00e3ta mortilor si mortii nostri dragi erau acum printre noi, fugiti din amintirile mamei printre trupurile copacilor, prin petalele florilor, prin linistea cald\u00e3 a vr\u00e3biilar mereu ciripind.<br \/>\nEra s\u00e2mb\u00e3ta mortilor &#8211; si at\u00e2t de intens, noi, tr\u00e3iam&#8230;<br \/>\n<strong>Florica BATU<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><em>Revista Scriitorilor Romani, Nr. 20, Munchen 1983<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 Ciresele coapte &#8230; Poate nu ar trebui s\u00e3 spun dec\u00e2t at\u00e2t: \u201eciresele coapte&#8221;. 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