{"id":1580,"date":"2016-03-01T14:54:48","date_gmt":"2016-03-01T14:54:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/?p=1580"},"modified":"2016-03-01T19:01:28","modified_gmt":"2016-03-01T19:01:28","slug":"genoveva-preda-iubirea-lui-chopin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.nymagazin.com\/en_US\/genoveva-preda-iubirea-lui-chopin\/","title":{"rendered":"GENOVEVA PREDA: IUBIREA LUI CHOPIN"},"content":{"rendered":"

Azi e ziua lui Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Chopin! \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 S-a n\u0103scut la 1 Martie 1810.<\/h3>\n

\u00cen nordul Parisului, pe Colina Montmartre, unde troneaz\u0103 Biserica Sacr\u00e9-Coeur, nu departe de atelierul de pictur\u0103 \u00een aer liber Place du Tertre, unde arti\u0219tii expun, v\u00e2nd \u0219i chiar a\u0219tern culori pe p\u00e2nz\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba trec\u0103torilor \u2013 pe Strada Champtal, la num\u0103rul 16, \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 poetic\u0103, plin\u0103 cu flori \u0219i mult\u0103 verdea\u021b\u0103 care \u00eembrac\u0103 zidurile \u2013, se afl\u0103 Le Mus\u00e9e de la Vie Romantique. Dar parizienii \u00eei spun deseori c\u00e2nd Muzeul Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Chopin, c\u00e2nd George Sand. <\/span>
\nDe ce? \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Pentru c\u0103 \u00een aceste locuri s-a n\u0103scut legendara iubire \u00eentre scriitoarea francez\u0103 (pe numele ei adev\u0103rat Aurore) \u0219i muzicianul polonez. Muzeul se afl\u0103 \u00een casa unui evreu bogat, austriac sau neam\u021b, nu \u0219tiu bine, Ary Scheffer.<\/span>
\nAcest iubitor de art\u0103, el \u00eensu\u0219i pictor, aduna \u00een saloanele lui elegante marii arti\u0219ti ai timpului. Acolo s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00een seri uluitoare Balzac, Dostoievski, Victor Hugo, George Sand, Chopin, Liszt, Heine, Berlioz, Schumann \u0219i Delacroix, timpul conserv\u00e2nd amintirea lor. Ai impresia c\u0103, \u00een fotoliul pe care-l prefera c\u00e2ndva Balzac, st\u0103 \u0219i azi el, scriitorul. L\u00e2ng\u0103 un mic secretaire e vie silueta impun\u0103toare a lui George Sand, iar Liszt a\u0219terne c\u00e2teva cuvinte \u00eentr-un carnet, deschis pe o mas\u0103, unde sunt ve\u0219nic flori proaspete. Pe clapele unui pian parc\u0103 alearg\u0103 degetele lui Chopin. Muzica lui se aude ca o vraj\u0103 cobor\u00e2t\u0103 din cer.<\/span><\/h3>\n

Doamna care d\u0103 explica\u021bii nu e un ghid obi\u0219nuit; pare descins\u0103 din vechea familie a acestei vile. Poate de aceea nu m-am sim\u021bit ca o turist\u0103, doar ca o prieten\u0103 de-a casei. M\u0103 plimbam printre amintiri vii… \u00cei vedeam parc\u0103 pe arti\u0219tii timpului ascult\u00e2nd o nocturn\u0103 de Chopin, privind apusul soarelui prin ferestrele care, c\u00e2ndva, erau locul preferat al \u00eent\u00e2lnirilor dintre George Sand \u0219i Chopin. M\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam c\u0103 acolo s-au privit \u00eendelung, \u00een t\u0103ceri ad\u00e2nci…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Trec apoi \u00een alt\u0103 camer\u0103 \u0219i aud o compozi\u021bie de Schumann. Un tablou al lui Delacroix \u00eel prezint\u0103 pe compozitorul polonez cu lauri pe frunte… Parc\u0103 ar fi Dante! <\/span>
\nUn alt tablou \u2013 de necrezut! \u2013 e pictat chiar de Liszt, iar altul \u2013 de \u00eendr\u0103gostita George Sand.<\/span><\/h3>\n

Pe un perete \u2013 un afi\u0219: primul concert al lui Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Chopin la Paris, 1832.<\/span>
\nMuzeul are o gr\u0103din\u0103 mic\u0103, romantic\u0103, ce te \u00eembie de la poart\u0103. Pe alee te \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103 o statuie alb\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luit\u0103 \u00een flori \u2013 Chopin c\u00e2nt\u00e2nd la pian \u2013 \u0219i jocuri mici de ap\u0103.<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00cen 1838, cei doi \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi, Chopin \u0219i George Sand, au plecat \u00een insula Mallorca, pe malul Mediteranei, unde au stat aproape un an, bucur\u00e2ndu-se de varietatea anotimpurilor. E cel mai frumos col\u021b \u00een care au tr\u0103it vreodat\u0103, pecetluind iubirea lor \u00eentre albastrul cerului \u0219i al apei.<\/span>
\nAu locuit \u00eentr-o veche m\u00e2n\u0103stire, v\u0103ruit\u0103 \u00een alb \u0219i cu un pian negru, ca abanosul.<\/span><\/h3>\n

Preludiile compuse de Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric aici sunt pline de neprev\u0103zut, misterioase, agitate ca \u0219i valurile m\u0103rii, ca \u0219i v\u00e2ntul…<\/span>
\nChopin era sclipitor, vesel, dar alteori nicio alt\u0103 fire nu era mai inegal\u0103 ca a lui. Muzica din acea perioad\u0103 era ca fulgerul. Pe Chopin, \u00eel inspirau c\u00e2ntecele p\u0103s\u0103rilor din frunzi\u0219ul umed, iarba proasp\u0103t\u0103 a prim\u0103verii \u0219i mai ales trandafirii t\u00e2rzii, scutura\u021bi pe z\u0103pada trec\u0103toare…<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00centr-o noapte, s-a ab\u0103tut o ploaie lugubr\u0103 asupra m\u00e2n\u0103stirii. \u021aiglele r\u0103sunau sub pic\u0103turile grele, iar Chopin a compus un preludiu de o triste\u021be sf\u00e2\u0219ietoare. Furtuna de afar\u0103 a transformat muzica lui \u00een dezn\u0103dejde. <\/span>
\n\u00cen acea noapte, George Sand i-a spus: \u201eFr\u00e9d\u00e9ric, tu e\u0219ti \u0219i Bach, \u0219i Beethoven. \u021aie \u021bi-e suficient doar pianul, nu ai nevoie de org\u0103. \u00cen muzic\u0103, poate doar Mozart te-a \u00eentrecut…\u201d<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00centr-o zi, am plecat cu o prieten\u0103, \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103, spre Chartres, \u00eentr-un sat, Nohant, unde se afl\u0103 de fapt adev\u0103ratul Muzeu George Sand. Conacul e imens, \u00eenconjurat de copaci impun\u0103tori. Aici veneau \u00een fiecare an cei doi \u00eendr\u0103gosti\u021bi, petrec\u00e2nd al\u0103turi de prietenii lor cei mai apropia\u021bi. Chopin avea un salon al lui, \u00een care se afla un pian, la care a compus cele mai frumoase nocturne. Delacroix, Dostoievski \u0219i Liszt se plimbau prin parc \u0219i erau ferici\u021bi c\u00e2nd fereastra de la salonul lui Chopin era deschis\u0103. Se opreau, lipi\u021bi de trunchiurile copacilor, \u0219i ascultau vr\u0103ji\u021bi…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Crea\u021bia lui Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric era spontan\u0103, \u00eei venea brusc, \u00een fa\u021ba pianului, \u00eens\u0103 alteori se \u00eenchidea zile \u00eentregi \u00een camera lui, rup\u00e2ndu-\u0219i penele de scris, repet\u00e2nd \u0219i schimb\u00e2nd de o sut\u0103 de ori un pasaj, p\u00e2n\u0103 la sublim. <\/span>
\nAcolo, la Nohant, s-au petrecut seri muzicale \u0219i literare divine…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Dragostea lui Chopin \u0219i a lui George Sand a durat aproape nou\u0103 ani… De\u0219i s-au iubit cu patim\u0103, cu senzualitate, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103 vraja s-a risipit pe aripa unui v\u00e2nt ne\u00een\u021beles al desp\u0103r\u021birii…<\/span>
\nUnde se duc oare iubirile c\u00e2nd mor? E un mare mister…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Poate c\u0103 George Sand n-a suportat ideea c\u0103 \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u0219te, fiind mai \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 ca Chopin. Dar, cu siguran\u021b\u0103, s-a desp\u0103r\u021bit de el iubindu-l…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Totul s-a terminat f\u0103r\u0103 discu\u021bii. O afec\u021biune at\u00e2t de \u00eenalt\u0103 nu putea s\u0103 se sfarme dec\u00e2t \u00eentr-o clip\u0103, nu putea s\u0103 se uzeze \u00een timp.<\/span><\/h3>\n

Dup\u0103 o vreme s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit din \u00eent\u00e2mplare la Paris. M\u00e2na lui Chopin era tremur\u00e2nd\u0103, \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103. George Sand ar fi dorit atunci s\u0103-i spun\u0103 de c\u00e2te ori a vrut s\u0103 alerge la el… Numai Dumnezeu \u0219tie asta!<\/span>
\nA t\u0103cut… A fost ultima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd l-a mai v\u0103zut. \u00cens\u0103 n-a uitat niciodat\u0103 clipele unice de iubire \u0219i muzica pe care i-o d\u0103ruise.<\/span>\u00a0A fost poate de ajuns pentru a mul\u021bumi Cerului!<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00cen Place de la Vend\u00f4me nr. 12 \u2013 unde a locuit \u00een ultimii ani \u2013 s-a stins Chopin… Doar Liszt era l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, \u00eentr-o zi de toamn\u0103, c\u00e2nd florile \u00ee\u0219i pierd petalele, culoarea \u0219i parfumul \u00een v\u00e2nt \u0219i ploi. Avea doar 39 de ani… <\/span>
\nPeste c\u00e2\u021biva ani, a plecat \u00een stele \u0219i George Sand…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Muzica \u0219i iubirea lor dovedesc c\u0103 dragostea e cel mai mare miracol \u0219i mister, ce nu poate pieri nici prin desp\u0103r\u021biri, nici \u00een moarte… <\/span>
\nGeorge Sand a scris \u00een cartea ei, Povestea vie\u021bii mele<\/strong><\/em>: \u201eImportant nu e ceea ce lu\u0103m dintr-o dragoste, ci ceea ce \u00eei d\u0103ruim\u201d…<\/span><\/h3>\n

Genoveva PREDA<\/span>
\nParis, 2004<\/span><\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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