Cu ea un dans ascuns!

Sa incepem cu aceea prin care el ,dansul se arata ca apartinind omenirii,este o mare si mistuitoare pasiune,stirnita de infatisarea fascinanta a misteriosului suflet si intretinut prin miscarile senzuale pe care i le prilejuieste.Dar ceea ce m-a inspirat nu e natura dansului,dar ceea ca are trasaturi si sclipire in privire si in brate,de care am ajuns totusi sa ma indragostesc,eu fiinta sensibila.Sa ma indragostesc intr-un asemenea grad de atractie simtita si cel putin,nestiuta.O Culoare neagra de parca mai tin ochii inchisi si doar mii de fiori ce abia se nasc.Afectul si dorinta care cresc in suflet  il impodobesc sa faca un pas spre o si mai mare intimitate cu cea care-i devenise stralucirea launtrica.E simplu de tot ,in ascuns dansezi cu nimeni si totusi cu cineva pe care nu mai stii cine e.Si privirea,miinele lui ,ti-au tulburat a ta privire si nu ai vrut sa te lasi,dar te-a atras.

Doar ochii ,ea i-a  inchis sa nu mai vada pe nimeni,dar era ea vazuta caci stralucea deosebit.Danseaza cu ochii inchisi dar simtea totul.Era enigmaticul pe care il tinea in ascuns,pe care l-a asteptat.Si cu acea intelepciune si intelegere care nu intotdeuna dispune de experienta  ca sa cristalizeze intr-un suflet inocent.Dansul iar fi ramas tiparit in privire dar si in suflet,caci era mult mai diferit.Astfel usor intr-un vis ascuns il modeleaza dupa cresterea de dorinta.Apoi prin armonie dintre suflet si trup,cu lumina launtrica ,patrunzatoare ,vizibila si invizibila,se naste un fluture cu parfum de sentiment.Care acesta la rindul lui mai naste si ceilalti,mii de fluturasi.

Caci era doar un dans cu parfum de reinoire,un dans si neinteles,si destul de ascuns.Usor ca o pana,ce coboara usor pe trup,simtind finitatea ceea de la inceput pastrata.Era un dans dar mai mult atingere,atit de placuta!

Published by daianapirgaru

Hello, there! My name is Diana. I am from the Republic of Moldova. Moved to the United States in 2016, and started from the beginning. I was born to inhale words instead of air, to have ink instead of blood, to live thousands of years everything people live in a moment. Since I remember myself, I had this deep connection with the moon, autumn, and woods. I was the sensitive child in the family or the weirdest one. I discovered my passion at an early age, but my wings were broken since I was in high school. Didn't stop flying. Moved to another planet, where I had to learn English from the beginning. I am an overexcited person who adores words and struggles with grammar. I write gritty short stories, novels, and poems, holidays articles, etc. Besides that, I am a student and a MOM.

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