Fragrance (novel) [33]
Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș
Fragrance
(novel)
*
After I bought the first month of online theatricals, two dashes wasn’t about the pulling on the nose, as I initially thought, but about the supposed positive pregnancy test, in which the bank speaks, has a comprehensive memory, the dress bought in Paris also speaks, the expired condom also speaks, and Manole got out of prison to see his Facebook girlfriend, whom he loves very much, while his father is buried, and whom he doesn’t kiss in the end, because the last minute was of silence. And they smiled and enjoyed the silence, because their love was clear, it had always. And when I returned from Church, after today’s Parastasis, and when I couldn’t sleep, but I could enjoy it, the play about men and women, performed in 3, was about love before and after divorce, about friendship with and without money, about going fishing and making polenta, which is cholesterol-free, about raising and educating children, so that you can rely on family and not on hasty gestures.
The decontextualized Confession of the man unhappy in love towards his lawyer friend contained three sexual sins, but also the beginning of the sexual experiences of the young man from the country. Who didn’t have many girls around. Which is why, first, he made love to a pumpkin, then to a goat, then to his sister-in-law, who had the same name as the goat, which was eventually slaughterred by his father. If the Confession had been real, he would no longer be happy about sleeping with the goat and his sister-in-law, but would have repented for his sins. Just as he and she, from two dashes, with multiple abortions at active and suicide attempts, understand that the abortions are crimes before God and people, but he wants to give her a contraceptive ring and not an Engagement ring. Because many sweet words seem good, but the deeds are false. Because the deeds are abominable sins and not divine virtues that save you. But when you speak about yourself honestly, whatever you have done, this is a step towards salvation, towards normality.
Box at the theater[1] I bought after the premium viewer for books[2]. Where we began the story of Marinică and his overflowing generosity during the cold weather. Because, in that city, the man who had the stove lit in the winter was an irresistible attraction for women. Until, on page 28, Mura enters, and his heart begins „to beat with a different beat”[3], that of love. And for which you must read further, to see what is written in the book. Just as, sometime, one of our readers, tempestuous, wanted a summary of Cănuță twisted man[4], when in front of him was a fine, theological commentary, at the short story. And because it’s not always good to waste time with people who waste time, you include the thing in spam or cut it quickly and go about your business.
What happened to Manole when he returned to Rahova Penitentiary for another period of time? He sculpted in ice, although at 50 degrees, that’s not the case. The contraceptive ring was no longer of any „help”, because the lady could no longer have children. The bench, scrawled with love on it, could be in Bucharest, New York, Singapore. Walls smeared with various colors have become globalized and you can find them anywhere, because graffiti sprays are sold on emag. Although, at night, a brave young man, using his own money, repaints people’s walls vandalized by various street artists. Americans, the poor, still savor the myth of Paris full of love, they even make movies to tell us this, but I have in mind those cute rats, longer than a man’s palm, that stuck their heads out right next to the Eiffel Tower. But, because the tower was made „with romanian steel”[5], you can’t say anything else, except that love is not born only there, in Paris, but wherever he and she meet. And your friend from elementary school, the one who was the joke of the class, because you were the smart one in the class, you can revalue him later, and this in a very serious way, when he becomes the second husband of your ex-wife, because he is the father of your own children. Whom you rarely see, because of your young wife, and he, day after day, educates them, supports them, is close to them, while you are their father from afar. And when your children love him and not you, because they rarely saw you, you won’t be surprised, even if you often tell yourself, with stupor, with annoyance, with sarcasm, how exactly he, the class clown, knew how to draw the winning ticket and love the woman you didn’t know how to value. The mother of your children is the ex, but it’s hard for you to say this. He, plush eyes Costeluș, pot-bellied, stupid, without future, made his future in your own future. And so that he too may laugh in your own laughter, you no longer laugh with your laughter, young man, you no longer laugh, but cry out of pity, because you realized that you made fun of your family. And, between two women, you belong to neither, because you only had children with one, with your wife, and she is no longer with you.
[1] Piciordeplay.ro.
[2] ReadEra Premium.
[3] Radu Tudoran, The city with poor girls, preface of Alex. Ștefănescu, Pub. The National Journal, Bucharest, 2011, p. 28.
[4] Here for the full text: https://ro.wikisource.org/wiki/Cănuță_om_sucit.
[5] Cosmin Pătrașcu Zamfirache, The Eiffel Tower, the symbol of Paris, was built with romanian steel and with the help of a revolutionary technology by a romanian engineer, in the newspaper The Truth, november 12, 2015, 2. 07 a.m., cf. https://adevarul.ro/stiri-locale/botosani/turnul-eiffel-simbolul-parisului-a-fost-1665883.html.