{"id":17791,"date":"2008-05-22T14:30:00","date_gmt":"2008-05-22T13:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=17752"},"modified":"2008-05-22T14:30:00","modified_gmt":"2008-05-22T13:30:00","slug":"navzdy-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2008\/05\/22\/navzdy-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Nav\u017edy"},"content":{"rendered":"
autor: Licona<\/strong>
betaread: Janule<\/strong><\/div>\n
Venujem \u010dloveku, ktor\u00fd ma nau\u010dil tak ve\u013ea. \u010eakujem Ti za to, \u017ee si ma nau\u010dil, \u010do znamen\u00e1 slovo – milova\u0165. Bu\u010f v \u017eivote \u0161\u0165astn\u00fd… aj bezo m\u0148a… Licona<\/em><\/strong><\/div>\n
Blon\u010fat\u00fd chlapec sedel na posteli a na kolen\u00e1ch mal gitaru. V izbe sa pomaly stmievalo a tiene dopadali aj na chlapcovu tv\u00e1r. Cite\u013ene sa ochladilo. Okno bolo toti\u017e cel\u00fd de\u0148 otvoren\u00e9, aby dnu pr\u00fadil vo\u0148av\u00fd jarn\u00fd vzduch. Teraz v \u0148om u\u017e nebolo c\u00edti\u0165 kvety, ale nejak\u00fa neidentifikovate\u013en\u00fa v\u00f4\u0148u neskor\u00e9ho ve\u010dera.<\/div>\n
Za oknom sa ozval chlap\u010densk\u00fd hlas. O\u010dividne sa sna\u017eil hovori\u0165 tak, aby ho nebolo po\u010du\u0165, ale k hraj\u00facemu chlapcovi tie slov\u00e1 napriek v\u0161etk\u00e9mu do\u013eahli.<\/div>\n
„Neb\u00fdvaj\u00fa tam t\u00ed dvaja bratia? Ve\u010f vie\u0161,“ chlapec za oknom sa zachichotal.<\/div>\n
„\u00c1no. Mysl\u00ed\u0161 Kaulitzovcov, v\u0161ak? B\u00fdvaj\u00fa,“ odpovedal diev\u010densk\u00fd hlas. „T\u00e1 mel\u00f3dia je kr\u00e1sna, v\u0161ak?“<\/div>\n
Za oknom nastalo ticho. Chlapec sediaci v izbe sa ni\u010d\u00edm nedal ru\u0161i\u0165. Jeho prsty prech\u00e1dzali po strun\u00e1ch s \u013eahkos\u0165ou, ak\u00e1 sa d\u00e1 nadobudn\u00fa\u0165 len dlhoro\u010dn\u00fdm cvi\u010den\u00edm. Mel\u00f3dia, ktor\u00fa chlapec hral, bola vskutku prekr\u00e1sna. Pomal\u00e1 a melancholick\u00e1.<\/div>\n
„Pekn\u00e9, pekn\u00e9,“ preru\u0161il ticho za oknom chlapec, „tepl\u00ed to s n\u00e1strojmi naozaj vedia.“ Chlap\u010densk\u00fd smiech.<\/div>\n
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„Si hnusn\u00fd, Dan. Vie\u0161 o tom?“ rozhor\u010dilo sa diev\u010da. H\u00e1daj\u00face sa hlasy sa pomaly vz\u010fa\u013eovali. Chlapec sediaci na posteli v\u0161ak akoby st\u00e1le ni\u010d nevn\u00edmal. Mal zavret\u00e9 o\u010di a nech\u00e1val sa un\u00e1\u0161a\u0165 hudbou a spomienkami…<\/div>\n
Rovnak\u00e1 sc\u00e9na ako pred rokom. Sed\u00ed na posteli a hr\u00e1 – len mel\u00f3dia sa zmenila, t\u00e1to je cliv\u00e1, smutn\u00e1, pln\u00e1 bolesti. Okolo je tma, okno je otvoren\u00e9, c\u00edti\u0165 v\u00f4\u0148u ve\u010dera – to v\u0161etko je rovnak\u00e9, len chlapcove pocity s\u00fa in\u00e9 ako pred rokom.<\/div>\n
Och, keby len vtedy vedel, ak\u00fd rok ho \u010dak\u00e1. Keby pred rokom vedel to v\u0161etko, ako by zareagoval? I\u0161iel by do toho op\u00e4\u0165? Pre\u017eil by si to znovu? \u00c1no, musel prizna\u0165, \u017ee \u00e1no. St\u00e1lo to za to. Bill za to st\u00e1l. Cel\u00fd ten tri\u0161tvrte rok s jeho l\u00e1skou za to st\u00e1l. Vidie\u0165 Billa usmieva\u0165 sa na neho, vidie\u0165 jeho spokojn\u00fa tv\u00e1r. M\u00f4c\u0165 ho pobozka\u0165 na pery, m\u00f4c\u0165 mu poveda\u0165 „Dobr\u00fa noc, l\u00e1ska“ pred span\u00edm. Za to v\u0161etko to st\u00e1lo. Av\u0161ak tie posledn\u00e9 mesiace…<\/div>\n
Kedysi sa s niek\u00fdm rozpr\u00e1val – tu\u0161il, \u017ee asi s Gustavom – o tom, \u010di existuje prav\u00e1 l\u00e1ska. Gustav mu vtedy povedal, \u017ee on na prav\u00fa l\u00e1sku ver\u00ed. Gustav veril, \u017ee raz stretne diev\u010da, pri ktorom bude vedie\u0165, \u017ee je to to prav\u00e9, a \u017ee s n\u00edm bude chcie\u0165 str\u00e1vi\u0165 zvy\u0161ok \u017eivota. Pam\u00e4tal si, \u017ee vtedy Gustava vysmial.<\/div>\n
Bolo nepredstavite\u013en\u00e9, aby sa Tom Kaulitz, l\u00e1ma\u010d \u017eensk\u00fdch s\u0155dc, raz skuto\u010dne zamiloval. A e\u0161te „prav\u00e1 l\u00e1ska“? Nie. Bol presved\u010den\u00fd, \u017ee do konca \u017eivota bude ma\u0165 srdce nezadan\u00e9 a pr\u00e1zdne, ale poste\u013e v\u017edy pln\u00fa.<\/div>\n
Ako ve\u013emi sa len vtedy m\u00fdlil. To, pre\u010do v diev\u010dat\u00e1ch nenach\u00e1dzal in\u00e9 ako telesn\u00e9 pote\u0161enie, malo toti\u017e jednoduch\u00fa pr\u00ed\u010dinu. Bol za\u013e\u00faben\u00fd do niekoho, koho mal st\u00e1le pri boku. Do \u010dloveka, ktor\u00fd ho poznal najviac. Do svojho brata – Billa.<\/div>\n
Vzdychol si a prestal hra\u0165, preto\u017ee do o\u010d\u00ed sa mu tla\u010dili slzy. Nikdy by neveril, \u017ee bude kv\u00f4li l\u00e1ske plaka\u0165. A e\u0161te plaka\u0165 kv\u00f4li pravej l\u00e1ske…?<\/div>\n
Ten de\u0148 bol suver\u00e9nne najhor\u0161\u00ed de\u0148 v Tomovom \u017eivote. Tom si spom\u00ednal, ako vy\u0161iel na terasu – chcel z\u00e1js\u0165 do obchodu – ke\u010f ho oslepilo mno\u017estvo bleskov z fotoapar\u00e1tov.<\/div>\n
Vy\u0161lo to na verejnos\u0165. Na v\u0161etk\u00fdch titulk\u00e1ch na druh\u00fd de\u0148 bola Tomova a Billova fotka pod nadpisom PRE\u0160ETRUJE SA ZVL\u00c1\u0160TNY VZ\u0164AH MEDZI SL\u00c1VNYMI DVOJI\u010cKAMI Z TOKIO HOTEL.<\/div>\n
Slzy. Pla\u010d. Billov krik. Sna\u017eil sa ho ut\u00ed\u0161i\u0165, ale s\u00e1m bol na dne.<\/div>\n
„Je koniec, Tom. Je koniec… Mus\u00ed by\u0165 koniec…“ Tie slov\u00e1 ho zasiahli do hrude ako vystrelen\u00e1 gu\u013eka…<\/div>\n
Tom si pretrel o\u010di. Nechcel nad t\u00fdm rozm\u00fd\u0161\u013ea\u0165. Vstal, odlo\u017eil gitaru bokom a i\u0161iel zatvori\u0165 okno. Ni\u010d mu u\u017e nepom\u00f4\u017ee, ani \u010das. Preto\u017ee prav\u00fa l\u00e1sku miluje\u0161 cel\u00fd \u017eivot…<\/div>\n
\u2665\u2665\u2665<\/div>\n
Blon\u010fat\u00fd chlapec sedel na posteli a hral. V izbe sa stmievalo. Okno bolo dokor\u00e1n a dnu pr\u00fadil chladn\u00fd, ale vo\u0148av\u00fd vzduch. Vonku sa v\u0161etko ukladalo k sp\u00e1nku, vt\u00e1\u010diky u\u017e zaliezli do hniezd a jarn\u00e9 kvety sa zatv\u00e1rali. Chlapcova mel\u00f3dia sa tiahla otvoren\u00fdm oknom do\u010faleka.<\/div>\n
Rovnak\u00e1 sc\u00e9na ako pred rokom. Sed\u00ed na posteli a hr\u00e1 – len mel\u00f3dia sa zmenila. A chlapcove pocity s\u00fa in\u00e9 ako pred rokom. Och, keby len vtedy vedel…<\/div>\n
„Tom, neru\u0161\u00edm \u0165a?“ ozval sa hlas pri dver\u00e1ch.<\/div>\n
„Ty nikdy,“ s \u00fasmevom povedal Tom a odlo\u017eil gitaru bokom. Tmavovlas\u00fd chlapec podi\u0161iel od dver\u00ed k nemu, poobzeral sa po izbe, vyzrel von oknom a a\u017e potom si st\u00fapol priamo pred brata. Tom ho na seba strhol a obaja si u\u017e\u00edvali tie ne\u017en\u00e9 bozky, ktor\u00e9 z\u00e1konite nasledovali.<\/div>\n
„Bill, milujem \u0165a. Nav\u017edy…“<\/p>\n

autor: Licona<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

autor: Liconabetaread: Janule Venujem \u010dloveku, ktor\u00fd ma nau\u010dil tak ve\u013ea. \u010eakujem Ti za to, \u017ee si ma nau\u010dil, \u010do znamen\u00e1 slovo – milova\u0165. Bu\u010f v \u017eivote \u0161\u0165astn\u00fd… aj bezo m\u0148a… Licona Blon\u010fat\u00fd chlapec sedel na posteli a na kolen\u00e1ch mal gitaru. V<\/p>\n

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