Opreste timpul.

Sunt aici linga tine,si ce ma face sa ma simt mai fericita,ca stiu Tu,esti linga mine.M-ai schimbat ?! Nu,m-ai descoperit ca pe-un pui de floare,stingher linga radacina sa.Sunt eu,ceea ce am fost,dar acum sunt mai mult decit eram. Esecurile vietii pe cale le-am intilnit,m-au lovit si m-au ascuns.Asa incit,eu mi-am inchis usa si nu am mai iesit.Dar te-ai oprit aici,ai batut la usa si nu ai intrebat nimic,m-ai privit.Ai acceptat ce ai gasit,si ai rabdat orice,ascunderea mea.Nu tin minte nimic,cu toate ca nu am uitat nimica.Insa cind am deschis ochii,luna mi-a zimbit cu toate ca trista toti o vedeau.Am deschis ochii si am simtit o caldura ce imi cuprind miinile,ma imbratiseaza strins.Simt,cum inima se zbate altfel.Si inteleg,ca sufletul traieste,si nu in frica dar in adapostul lui.Pina la tine imi simteam bucuria scaldata in tristete,si nu stiam de ce,caci poate si trista eram.Ai mers usor pe drumul meu,si mi-ai soptit oricind ca mai fericita,mai buna de azi v-oi fi.

…Esti linga mine,zimbetul vine din adincul inimii,stralucirea ochilor imi lumineaza distanta mea pina la tine,iar timpul apasa de parca special mi-ar fi trezit lacrimile.Ce traiesc linga tine,inca nu am un raspuns care m-ar lasa in odihna si imapacata.Caci e prea mult,e prea frumos,e prea fantastic,prea izolat de-o lume.Caci nu conteaza restul , conteaza EU si TU,pina si  sufletele noastre au decis sa se  incunune in  cuvintul “NOI”.

Respiratie plina de dragoste,respiratie cit pentru trei vieti stai aici si opreste-mi timpul.

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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