Moartea pisicii

De la o vreme, sunetul incepuse sa se schimbe. Nu mai era acelasi mormait multumit si monoton pe care-l auzea mai clar in noptile fara luna. Acum, soaptele care veneau din adancuri, cateodata le putea auzi chiar si in timpul zilei. Lucru care nu se intampla acum aproape douazeci de ani cand incepuse sa-si lipeasca urechea de pamant. La inceput in gluma, apoi ca un ritual, nu ratase nici o seara din ultimii ani in care sa nu asculte rasuflarea prietenului din adancuri. Sa fie sigur ca e acolo, ca e in regula, ca suflul sistolic isi pastreaza ritmul. La inceput fusese doar o joaca, apoi devenise dependent. Deseori isi imagina Pamantul ca o pisica mare si ghiftuita care se roteste multumita si somnoroasa prin spatiul gol si rece. Poate si pentru ca roscata pisica a vecinilor statea si-l privea cu talc sau poate doar mirata atunci cand se intindea noapte de noapte in gradina. La un moment dat, nici nu mai stia cand, pisica disparuse. Se gandi ca fugise sau poate murise. Oricum, nu dadu foarte mare atentie disparitiei si nici nu-si facu probleme. Stia ca pisicile au noua vieti si se descurcau. Daca nu in viata asta, in cea viitoare. Schimbarea sunetului din adanc ii readuse in minte roscata. „Pe unde-o fi acum?” se intreba culcat la pamant, ascultand sunetul bolborosit si metalic care razbatea constant din adanc. Prima oara il percepuse acum o saptamana. Parea ca cineva sau ceva geme si se zbate cu ultimele puteri, in incercarea de a fi auzit. Brusc, sunetul inceta. Isi lipi si mai tare urechea de pamant pana o infunda complet. Nu se mai auzea nimic. In adancuri linistea care ii umplea timpanul o simtea aproape dureros. Zumzetul care ii devenise atat de familiar in toti anii trecuti si care acum facea parte din el, incetase. Nimic altceva decat liniste. Un imens Nimic se ridica din adancuri. Mai statu ceva vreme intins. Asculta cu atentie. Nimic. Liniste. Simti ca i se face frig. Raceala pamantului isi facu loc apoi prin haine. Cand incepuse de-a dreptul sa se ingrijoreze, pielea lipita de pamant era bocna. Se incapatana sa asculte in continuare, tinandu-si rasuflarea. Incerca sa-si linisteasca bataile inimii in speranta vreunui sunet cat de firav. Adancul insa se incapatana sa ramana mut. Frica lua locul ingrijorarii. In ciuda faptului ca era un iulie mult prea cald si simtea arsita noptii pe spate, pamantul incepuse rapid sa inghete. „Voi muri congelat daca nu ma ridic acum!” gandi deodata cu groaza. Speriat si tremurand, se ridica cu greutate si fugi in casa. Nu mai apuca sa vada cerul. Daca si-ar fi ridicat o clipa privirea ar fi zarit. Cerul disparuse.

Published by Travel Man

The moment I reinvented myself, these were the words that seemed to fit-Travel Man. To see and feel became more important than to have and use. And then I started my journey. Me and my camera. And what I discovered I shared with others, in my own words. And I like to think that because of my journey,someone somewhere discovered the world,walking on my path. And if that really happened, it is the greatest reward for the efforts and adventures of my travels. At the end of the road, the only thing you still carry with you on the Greatest Journey is just... your memories. To gather stuff, to buy houses, cars,refrigerators, to indulge yourself with an extra pair of shoes, beside the other 6 you already have, to get another bank loan, to build another pool.... Such human actions, simple, routine, normal. So earthbound. And so farther from the sky. Because, let's be honest, how many of us, busy and head down tracing the worldly goods, remember to look up to the sky, watching in awe a murmuration of starlings, listening to the perfect whistle of the blackbird, how many of us still feel the thrill of a sea gull's cry, how many still bow when admiring a colony of penguins hatching their eggs at -50 C? We cannot but bow before nature and, as small creatures that we ourselves are, learn from fellow creatures, feathered, furred, with claws or fangs. We should better stay afar and watch, we should not bend nature to fit our modest dimensions. We should better watch and learn and respect their space, we should admire nature's wonders and do that today. Not tomorrow. Because tomorrow might already be too late. For them, but most of all for us. The only form of movement is the journey.

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