Dimineti si flori de tei

Iubesc diminetile. Devreme, ploiase, innourate, cu soare, linistite. Drept urmare, am ales sa alerg dimineata cand nu e tipenie de om pe strazi si singurele sunete auzite sunt ale pasarilor. Zilele astea a inflorit un tei pe traseul pe care alerg, si e mic si prapadit ca il depasesc eu in inaltime si greutate, dar umple portiunea aia de pamant cu niste miresme de te face sa te opresti sa-i rupi florile si sa le arunci intr-o cana cu apa fierbinte.De fiecare data cand am trecut pe acolo am incetinit si m-am gandit cum sa-mi pun in aplicare planul "diabolic".Nu i-am cules podoaba, dar m-am umplut de miresme si de dor de copilarie, cand ma cataram in tei de dragul bunicii , nu a ceaiului...

Asa, cufundata in propriul Medeleni, ma simt mai putin ignoranta.



"The same moviemaker of the subconscious who, by day, was sending her bits of the home landscape as images of happiness, by night he would set up terrifying returns to the same land. The day was lit with the beauty of the land forsaken, the night by the horror of returning to it. The day would show her the paradise she had lost: the night, the hell she had fled".

from Ignorance, Milan Kundera