{"id":1715,"date":"2015-05-20T15:49:41","date_gmt":"2015-05-20T12:49:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.wordpress.com\/?p=1715"},"modified":"2022-02-08T17:38:43","modified_gmt":"2022-02-08T15:38:43","slug":"clopotul","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/?p=1715","title":{"rendered":"Clopotul"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"\u0218tia c\u0103 zilele sale s-au \u00eempu\u021binat \u0219i c\u0103 avea s\u0103 fie distrus. \u0218tia, dar nu putea \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce anume urma s\u0103 i se \u00eent\u00e2mple. Auzise el cu foarte mult\u0103 vreme \u00een urm\u0103 c\u0103 \u00een ultimele sale zile, atunci c\u00e2nd i-a r\u0103mas doar s\u0103 moar\u0103, un clopot este distrus. Pentru el cuv\u00e2ntul distrus era \u00eenc\u0103 un mister de nep\u0103truns care-l intriga \u0219i revolta peste m\u0103sur\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

„Cum?”, „De ce?” \u0219i „C\u00e2nd?” erau \u00eentreb\u0103ri care-l preocupau acum mai presus de orice. \u0218i-ar fi dorit s\u0103 poat\u0103 striga, s\u0103 poat\u0103 aduna oamenii \u00een jurul s\u0103u, la fel ca \u0219i \u00een zilele sale bune c\u00e2nd \u00eei chema s\u0103 se adune din v\u00e2rful turnului unde \u0219i-a petrecut \u00eentreaga via\u021b\u0103. O f\u0103cea mereu cu pl\u0103cere \u0219i pasiune pentru St\u0103p\u00e2nul s\u0103u, fa\u021b\u0103 de care avea un devotament orb. \u00centotdeauna se str\u0103duia s\u0103 cheme lumea din cele mai mari dep\u0103rt\u0103ri, dar \u0219i pe cei de aproape, cu acea\u0219i d\u0103ruire de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd St\u0103p\u00e2nul s\u0103u \u00eei cerea acest lucru. Dar \u00een ultima vreme lumea a \u00eenceput s\u0103 nu mai vin\u0103 \u0219i nu \u0219tia de ce St\u0103p\u00e2nul s\u0103u nu-i cerea s\u0103-i cheme, a\u0219a cum o f\u0103cea de obicei, zilnic. \u00cel vedea tot mai rar \u0219i acest lucru \u00eel nelini\u0219tea tot mai tare, p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi c\u00e2nd n-a mai putut suporta \u0219i a vrut s\u0103 cheme oamenii crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 lipsa acestora este cauza absen\u021bei St\u0103p\u00e2nului s\u0103u. Aceea a fost o zi crunt\u0103 pentru el c\u0103ci a \u00een\u021beles, dup\u0103 ore \u00eentregi de \u00eencerc\u0103ri, c\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 voia St\u0103p\u00e2nului el nu putea chema pe nimeni. \u00cens\u0103 disperarea a \u00eenceput s\u0103-l road\u0103 \u00eentr-at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t \u0219i-ar fi dorit s\u0103-\u0219i dea via\u021ba doar ca s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 St\u0103p\u00e2nul s\u0103u e bine. \u0218i chiar asta a \u0219i f\u0103cut, \u00eentr-un fel, c\u0103ci ultima lui \u00eencercare de a-i chema pe oameni i-a fost fatal\u0103. A reu\u0219it s\u0103 scoat\u0103 un sunet puternic, \u00eens\u0103 acesta a fost produs de propria sa inim\u0103 de fier care a explodat cr\u0103p\u00e2ndu-se \u00een dou\u0103. \u00ce\u0219i aducea aminte \u00een fiecare zi de atunci, chipul trist \u0219i privirea \u00eengrijorat\u0103 a St\u0103p\u00e2nului s\u0103u c\u00e2nd fusese dat jos din turn \u0219i a\u0219ezat \u00een acel loc p\u0103r\u0103sit. \u00ce\u0219i pierduse complet con\u0219tiin\u021ba \u00een acea zi, \u00eens\u0103 avusese o clip\u0103 de trezire, parc\u0103 tocmai la timp pentru a-i vedea ochii plini de durere \u0219i m\u00e2hnire. Sau cel pu\u021bin a\u0219a-i percepuse el.<\/p>\n

Acum z\u0103cea singur \u00een beciul turnului, \u00een \u00eentuneric, neput\u00e2nd s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 nimic sau s\u0103 cheme pe cineva s\u0103-i explice ce avea s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple cu el. Cunoscuse cu c\u00e2teva luni \u00een urm\u0103 un cuptor care fusese adus \u00een acela\u0219i loc pentru c\u00e2teva zile, dar acesta i-a dat numai \u0219tiri groaznice. Dup\u0103 spusele lui, turnul \u00een care a tr\u0103it mereu a fost demolat, iar cl\u0103direa din care f\u0103cea parte urma s\u0103 aib\u0103 acela\u0219i destin.<\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 acest cuptor cunoscuse un felinar de perete care a reu\u0219it s\u0103-l mai lini\u0219teasc\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 doar par\u021bial. Acesta vorbea lucruri pe care el le mai auzise la St\u0103p\u00e2nul lui, dar nu le \u00een\u021belese deloc. Erau vorbe frumoase, lini\u0219titoare, despre umilin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i iubire. Despre faptul c\u0103 fiecare \u00ee\u0219i are rolul s\u0103u \u0219i c\u0103 niciunul nu e mai lipsit de importan\u021b\u0103 dec\u00e2t altul, precum \u0219i despre utilitatea lor. Aici se d\u0103duse exemplu pe el \u00eensu\u0219i care, de\u0219i nu putea face nimic f\u0103r\u0103 St\u0103p\u00e2nul s\u0103u, era extrem de fericit c\u0103-i era util lumin\u00e2nd spa\u021biile \u00eentunecate atunci c\u00e2nd acesta \u00eei cerea s-o fac\u0103. Ba chiar \u00eei vorbise despre \u00een\u021belepciunea acestuia, datorit\u0103 c\u0103reia toate lucrurile prind via\u021b\u0103, ba chiar propria sa lumin\u0103 nu ar putea exista dac\u0103 nu ar primi-o mai \u00eent\u00e2i din m\u00e2inile sale.<\/p>\n

Astfel ajunsese s\u0103 mai uite parc\u0103 din durerea at\u00e2t de ad\u00e2nc\u0103 ce-o reg\u0103sise \u00een ochii St\u0103p\u00e2nului s\u0103u, dar nu pentru c\u0103 ar fi devenit nep\u0103s\u0103tor, ci fiindc\u0103 \u00eencepuse s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce era \u00een inima lui.<\/p>\n

\u00cen acel moment u\u0219a de la beciul unde fusese \u00eenchis se deschise, iar o lumin\u0103 puternic\u0103 \u00eel \u00eempiedic\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 ce se petrece. Sim\u021bi cum este luat pe sus de m\u00e2ini nev\u0103zute \u0219i apoi parc\u0103 o fulgerare \u00eei lu\u0103 brusc totul. Se trezi dintr-o lumin\u0103 foarte mare \u00eentr-un \u00eentuneric de nep\u0103truns. Nu mai vedea nimic \u0219i nu mai sim\u021bi nimic, era doar el cu sine \u00eensu\u0219i. \u00cen acele clipe care pentru el p\u0103reau eternit\u0103\u021bi \u00ee\u0219i v\u0103zuse ca prin vis toate sentimentele, toate g\u00e2ndurile \u0219i… BRUSC \u00een\u021belese! \u00cen\u021belese tot! Tocmai c\u00e2nd lumina puternic\u0103 reap\u0103ru la fel de repede cum disp\u0103ruse, lucru care-l f\u0103cuse s\u0103 cread\u0103 c\u0103 totul a fost de fapt un vis \u0219i c\u0103 \u00een\u021belegerea lui fusese eronat\u0103. Dar nu fusese un vis, c\u0103ci pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce ochii i se obi\u0219nuir\u0103 cu lumina \u00eencepu s\u0103 vad\u0103 c\u0103 \u00eentr-adev\u0103r cl\u0103direa \u0219i turnul \u00een care \u0219i-a slujit el St\u0103p\u00e2nul at\u00e2\u021bi ani nu mai erau. De fapt \u00een locul lor fusese construit\u0103 o cl\u0103dire mai impresionant\u0103, cu un turn pe m\u0103sur\u0103, str\u0103lucitor. \"\"Atunci doar observ\u0103 c\u0103 el \u00eensu\u0219i devenise str\u0103lucitor. Apucase s\u0103 vad\u0103 chipul calm, dar plin de iubire, al St\u0103p\u00e2nului s\u0103u, care acum p\u0103rea mul\u021bumit \u0219i entuziasmat, tocmai \u00eenainte de a fi urcat \u0219i montat de bra\u021be puternice pe locul din turn care-l a\u0219tepta. \u0218tia c\u0103 nu a fost un vis. Acum \u0219tia \u0219i era fericit \u0219i plin de iubire \u0219i recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u0218tia c\u0103 zilele sale s-au \u00eempu\u021binat \u0219i c\u0103 avea s\u0103 fie distrus. \u0218tia, dar nu putea \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2170,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"colormag_page_container_layout":"default_layout","colormag_page_sidebar_layout":"default_layout","ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1715","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-si-totusi-iubirea"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/05\/clopot.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1715","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1715"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1715\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2171,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1715\/revisions\/2171"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2170"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1715"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1715"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sitotusiiubirea.armonios.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1715"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}