Maliar ma\u013euje. Pek\u00e1r pe\u010die. Mur\u00e1r muruje. \u0160tudent \u0161tuduje. U\u010dite\u013e u\u010d\u00ed. Lek\u00e1r lie\u010di. A \u010dlovek miluje. L\u00e1ska je predsa v\u0161ade nav\u00f4kol. V\u00eddavame ju na ulici, v obchode, na stanici, v rodine, v \u0161kole na chodbe, \u010di dokonca aj vtedy, ke\u010f sa vyzrieme von oknom a zapozer\u00e1me sa na oblohu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Je \u0161\u0165astn\u00e1, zamilovan\u00e1, niekedy a\u017e pr\u00edli\u0161 sn\u00edva. Zab\u00fada sa pozera\u0165 pod nohy, ke\u010f kr\u00e1\u010da, hlavu m\u00e1 vysoko v oblakoch, na ni\u010d in\u00e9 nemysl\u00ed. No asi nemyslela a\u017e pr\u00edli\u0161. Popritom zabudla na realitu, na vlastn\u00e9 probl\u00e9my, ka\u017edodenn\u00e9 dilemy. Zabudla aj, \u017ee aj \u010das utek\u00e1, stratila sa medzi l\u00e1skou a pr\u00edtomnos\u0165ou. U\u017e ani doma to\u013eko \u010dasu netr\u00e1vila, st\u00e1le bola iba s n\u00edm, zabudla na rodinu, priate\u013eov, na tr\u00e1penia i \u00faspechy. Zabudla, \u017ee jedin\u00fdm tr\u00e1pen\u00edm bol vlastne on. Ona si len po cel\u00fd \u010das nahov\u00e1rala: ,,Ve\u010f som len zamilovan\u00e1. V\u0161ak \u010do sa m\u00f4\u017ee sta\u0165?\u201c A predsa sa stalo. Na ve\u013ea vec\u00ed s n\u00edm zabudla, no teraz nezabudla, \u017ee on zabudol na \u0148u. Nevie o \u0148om ni\u010d, ani \u010do rob\u00ed, ako sa m\u00e1, koniec koncov, nevie ani, kde teraz je. Teraz sa pod nohy pozer\u00e1 a\u017e pr\u00edli\u0161, lebo ak by zakopla, spadla by. A na zemi by sa rozbila ako porcel\u00e1nov\u00e1 b\u00e1bika. Aha, v\u0161ak ledva dr\u017e\u00ed pokope… \u00dasmevu a l\u00e1sky nikde. Kam\u017ee sa len podeli? V mysli ticho, v du\u0161i pr\u00e1zdno, takto tam u\u017e nebolo d\u00e1vno. V\u017edy tam hrala l\u00e1sky piese\u0148, no zrazu je tam k\u00fasok sm\u00fatku plese\u0148. Ticho v uliciach, vt\u00e1ky hlasivky stratili, v\u0161ade m\u013akvo, chv\u00ed\u013ea stoj\u00ed, plame\u0148 l\u00e1sky onedlho \u00faplne zhor\u00ed. Doma v izbe ka\u017ed\u00fa chv\u00ed\u013eku zavret\u00e1 sed\u00ed, prem\u00fd\u0161\u013ea, nad srdcom zlomen\u00fdm sa zam\u00fd\u0161\u013ea. Von z okna pozer\u00e1 na rovnak\u00e9 kr\u00edky, kvetov je tam \u010doraz menej, no v jej srdci prekrikuj\u00fa sa \u010doraz hlasnej\u0161ie kriky. \u010co spravila zle? Asi sa pr\u00edli\u0161 zamilovala. Bola v tom a\u017e po u\u0161i, srdce bl\u00e1znivo b\u00fa\u0161i, sm\u00fatok l\u00e1sku ru\u0161\u00ed, mohla to tu\u0161i\u0165. Zostala tu sama.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dnes u doktora sed\u00ed, hlavu v dlaniach dr\u017e\u00ed, l\u00e1sku v tele viac nec\u00edti\u0165, asi ju nechala v srdci a\u017e moc prec\u00edti\u0165. Doktor rady si s \u0148ou nevie, nevie ako jej poradi\u0165, aj pr\u00ed\u010dinu sm\u00fatku \u0165a\u017eko je odhali\u0165. V ambulancii vl\u00e1dne ticho, diev\u010da iba ston\u00e1 clivo. A doktor iba h\u013abavo dume. Na liek vhodn\u00fd n\u00e1ro\u010dn\u00e9 je pr\u00eds\u0165. Zjazven\u00e1 du\u0161a, zlomen\u00e9 srdce, myse\u013e bez my\u0161lienok. Zrazu vstane, len tak od\u00edde… bez slova. Ve\u010f za slov\u00e1 sa aj tak neschov\u00e1. Od\u00edde, ani sa neobzrie a n\u00e1hle nezn\u00e1meho zn\u00e1me o\u010di zazrie. Obzrie sa, ten poh\u013ead pozn\u00e1, aj ke\u010f meno nezn\u00e1meho nepozn\u00e1. U\u017e ho p\u00e1rkr\u00e1t zazrela, v parku, pre p\u00e1r d\u0148ami, no potichu ho obi\u0161la. Ona vtedy smutne chodila, hlava dole, upren\u00e1 na chodidl\u00e1. No pre\u0148ho bola aj tak odli\u0161n\u00e1. Dlho na \u0148u v ten de\u0148 myslel, i h\u013eada\u0165 ju, na okamih si zmyslel, no ak\u00fd by to malo zmysel?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A\u00a0teraz do o\u010d\u00ed jeden druh\u00e9mu si h\u013eadia, du\u0161e navz\u00e1jom ticho si hladia. Av\u0161ak obaja sa trochu hanbia, no pozrite ako k\u00a0sebe ladia. Kone\u010dne sa na\u0161li…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
,,Zlomen\u00e9 srdce nie je treba lie\u010di\u0165, potrebuje len niekoho, kto ho bude milova\u0165 tak\u00e9 ak\u00e9 je.\u201c<\/em> Maliar ma\u013euje. Pek\u00e1r pe\u010die. Mur\u00e1r muruje. \u0160tudent \u0161tuduje. U\u010dite\u013e u\u010d\u00ed. Lek\u00e1r lie\u010di. A \u010dlovek miluje. L\u00e1ska je predsa v\u0161ade nav\u00f4kol. V\u00eddavame ju na ulici, v obchode, na stanici, v rodine, v \u0161kole na chodbe, \u010di dokonca aj vtedy, ke\u010f sa vyzrieme von oknom a zapozer\u00e1me sa na oblohu. Je \u0161\u0165astn\u00e1, zamilovan\u00e1, niekedy a\u017e pr\u00edli\u0161 sn\u00edva. Zab\u00fada sa pozera\u0165 pod […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":836,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_oct_exclude_from_cache":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[21],"tags":[32],"class_list":["post-835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uvaha","tag-na-zamyslenie"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=835"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":837,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/835\/revisions\/837"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/836"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisa.palffy.co.uk\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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