F\u013ea\u0161a v\u00edna splnila svoj zmysel. Pomaly, ale prec\u00edzne ukon\u010duje svoju \u00falohu. V u\u0161iach latino hudba. Na ved\u013eaj\u0161ej posteli, kde by som chcel vidie\u0165 t\u00fa, ktorej by som l\u00e1sku vyzn\u00e1val cel\u00fd \u017eivot, s\u00fa znovu veci pobalen\u00e9 vo v\u00e1kuov\u00fdch s\u00e1\u010dkoch. \u00da\u017easn\u00e1 rada od mojej mamy \u2013 najlep\u0161ej \u017eeny m\u00f4jho \u017eivota.<\/p>\n
Perif\u00e9rne vid\u00edm odraz klipov z telky na povrchu t\u00fdch s\u00e1\u010dkov. Fyzika ako obvykle? Nie. Utlmen\u00e1 hlava a v nej pocit \u0161\u0165astia, vyvolan\u00fd predstavami a t\u00fdm odrazom. Tlmen\u00e9 svetlo sveta, falo\u0161n\u00fd lesk a \u0161ialene kr\u00e1sne predstavy o tom, ako moje v\u00edly pr\u00eddu do reality.<\/p>\n
O peniazoch? Nie. Som chlap \u2013 a ako ka\u017ed\u00fd z n\u00e1s sa sna\u017e\u00edm vytvori\u0165 nie\u010do v\u00fdnimo\u010dn\u00e9. Sta\u0165 sa niek\u00fdm. Tak\u00fdm, pri kom v\u00e1m spadne s\u00e1nka, ke\u010f vst\u00fapi do miestnosti\u2026 len s jedn\u00fdm \u00fa\u010delom: By\u0165 milovan\u00fd. Milovan\u00fd \u017eenou. Partnerkou. Tou l\u00e1skou, ak\u00fa n\u00e1m n\u00fakaj\u00fa u\u017e len rozpr\u00e1vky od Disney.<\/p>\n
Rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013eam, \u010di dopi\u0165 poh\u00e1r, alebo \u010di to bude sta\u010di\u0165. \u010eal\u0161iu f\u013ea\u0161u nem\u00e1m \u2013 ak to pre\u017eeniem, tento pocit si neuchov\u00e1m. A pre\u010do ho vlastne dr\u017ea\u0165? Lebo v tejto hladine mi sta\u010d\u00ed odraz s\u00e1\u010dku a m\u00e1m hviezdy. Sta\u010d\u00ed klip v telke \u2013 a m\u00e1m l\u00e1sku.<\/p>\n
Lebo ke\u010f sa prenesiem do doby, ke\u010f som \u00faspe\u0161n\u00fd, schopn\u00fd pozva\u0165 t\u00fa nedostupn\u00fa na ve\u010deru a vidie\u0165 \u0161ancu na jej l\u00e1sku \u2013 som \u0161\u0165astn\u00fd.<\/p>\n
To\u013eko je toho v\u0161ade, \u010do m\u00f4\u017eeme\u2026 A \u010do z toho \u2013 ak ma ve\u010der nem\u00e1 kto obja\u0165? Ak na m\u0148a nikto nemysl\u00ed?<\/p>\n
Odpustite mi v\u0161etci, ktor\u00ed ste tu pre m\u0148a. Ty, ktor\u00e1 si mi dala \u017eivot. Ty, ktor\u00fa milujem viac, ne\u017e by som mo\u017eno dok\u00e1zal milova\u0165 vlastn\u00fa dc\u00e9ru. Ty, ktor\u00e1 si tak prepojen\u00e1 s mojimi my\u0161lienkami, \u017ee by si ich mohla tvori\u0165 za m\u0148a. A aj vy v\u0161etci, ktor\u00ed ma milujete\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2026ale st\u00e1le je tu pr\u00e1zdno. Tak\u00e9, \u017ee by som v tomto opojen\u00ed ostal a\u017e do vy\u010derpania \u2013 a potom zhasol.<\/p>\n
Ko\u013eko \u013eud\u00ed je na tom takto? Nikto? Preto s\u00fa po pr\u00e1ci \u201ena pive\u010dku\u201c? Preto k\u013ea\u010dia pri posteli a modlia sa? Preto si stavaj\u00fa vzdu\u0161n\u00e9 z\u00e1mky?<\/p>\n
Uzavrime t\u00fato dobu. Tento nezmysel, ktor\u00fd n\u00e1m d\u00e1va v\u0161etko \u2013 v\u00fdmenou za \u0161\u0165astie. Lebo aj keby som mal drie\u0165 na poli do posledn\u00e9ho dychu, nema\u0165 \u010do do \u00fast a musel by som robi\u0165 nemo\u017en\u00e9, len aby som nak\u0155mil t\u00fdch, \u010do milujem\u2026 Urobil by som to. Za jedno objatie. Za ten bozk. Za vedomie, \u017ee ma potrebuje t\u00e1, ktor\u00fa potrebujem ja.<\/p>\n
Pretvarujete sa. Aj ja to rob\u00edm. Trp\u00edte, skr\u00fdvate svoje ne\u0161\u0165astie \u2013 a t\u00fdm len podporujete il\u00faziu, ktor\u00fa niekto vytvoril pod\u013ea vlastn\u00fdch hodn\u00f4t.<\/p>\n
A cel\u00fd svet to hr\u00e1 s n\u00edm. Smeruje niekam, kde nie je zmysel. Len lesk, ktor\u00fd nehreje.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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