E noiembrie \u015fi, totu\u015fi, \u00eemi dau jos tricoul.<\/p>\n
Pielea se vrea cotropit\u0103 de o c\u0103ldur\u0103 venit\u0103 de undeva din de\u015ferturile uitate de anotimpuri. \u00cen jurul meu este \u00eens\u0103 verdea\u0163\u0103, c\u00e2t vezi cu ochii, \u015fi parc\u0103 fiecare fir de iarb\u0103 a \u00eennebunit, str\u0103luce\u015fte \u015fi se leag\u0103n\u0103 \u00een lumin\u0103, ca \u00eentr-un ultim dans, pe plaja pustie, \u00eenainte de \u00eenchidere. E lenea aia nem\u0103rginit\u0103, c\u00e2nd n\u0103rile se deschid s\u0103 aspire \u015fi pleoapele coboar\u0103 a somn f\u0103r\u0103 oboseal\u0103. M\u0103 pr\u0103p\u0103desc dup\u0103 o zi frumoas\u0103 al\u0103turi, \u00eens\u0103 darul suprem este una nea\u015fteptat\u0103, ce vine \u015fmechere\u015fte, c\u00e2nd \u015ftirile anun\u0163\u0103 ploaie \u015fi frig. Romica Jurc\u0103 iese afar\u0103, verific\u0103 instumentele \u015fi senzorii, ridic\u0103 din umeri \u015fi-\u015fi ia o zi de concediu.<\/p>\n
Pu\u015ftiul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 ia lucrurile mai firesc, f\u0103r\u0103 mirare \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 a\u015ftept\u0103ri. Nisipul din groap\u0103 e uscat, deci ma\u015finu\u0163ele se apuc\u0103 de treab\u0103, brrr, brrr, hai tati, la joac\u0103 cu tine. Apar poduri din lemne \u015fi plastic, un burlan zdren\u0163uit se transform\u0103 \u00een tunelul tunelurilor, ascuns printre mun\u0163i \u00een\u0103l\u0163a\u0163i din nimic. Un c\u00e2ine mare \u015fi alb se ridic\u0103 agitat, s\u0103 fie b\u0103gat \u00een seam\u0103, cu limba zemoas\u0103 ce curge la vale. \u015ei peste toate, e cerul \u0103la senin \u015fi curat, pe care nicio grij\u0103 nu \u00eencre\u0163e\u015fte, acum \u015fi in vecii tuturor vecilor, amin.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 nu a\u015f fi amor\u0163it de pl\u0103cere, l-a\u015f invita pe Eckhart Tolle la o bere, sa povestim despre filosofia nimicului, budism si alte m\u0103run\u0163i\u015furi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
E noiembrie \u015fi, totu\u015fi, \u00eemi dau jos tricoul. Pielea se vrea cotropit\u0103 de o c\u0103ldur\u0103 venit\u0103 de undeva din de\u015ferturile uitate de anotimpuri. \u00cen jurul meu este \u00eens\u0103 verdea\u0163\u0103, c\u00e2t vezi cu ochii, \u015fi parc\u0103 fiecare fir de iarb\u0103 a \u00eennebunit, str\u0103luce\u015fte \u015fi se leag\u0103n\u0103 \u00een lumin\u0103, ca \u00eentr-un ultim dans, pe plaja pustie, \u00eenainte […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3,6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=131"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":145,"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131\/revisions\/145"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jurnaldebancher.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}