” Tu ai aripi de inger . “

8e422aacfdeb71efCind mi-a batut ecoul iernii la geam,cu nuante moarte si o nostalgie muta,am inteles ca cuvintele mele inca viseaza sa se joace in tesuturile ei.Am inteles cum firisoarele frigului are sa ma inghete.Dar am simtit mai multa caldura decit ma asteptam,de fapt.Tacerea,tristetea si singuratatea doresc sa aiba o putere mai mare asupra mea,probabil era sa cred in asta daca nu era El.Care m-a acoperit cu bratul lui atit de mare si mi-a dat sufletul lui care este dezmarginit de timp si de-o durere finala.Mi-a tesut zimbet sclipit de frumusete si diamante adevarate,mi-a daruit inocenta in privire si mi-a adus lumina la care am visat toata viata.Deci , stiam totusi ca cind se apropie de mine , are sa fie ceva special , atit de special . I-am simtit pasii , de la mii de km , i-am simtit cum zguduie periferiile unui pamint.Si in chip de inger,dragut,m-a ajutat sa visez cu ochii deschisi.Era adevarat , fiecare particica de sentiment, caci era pura si reala.Nu visam nimic ci doar traim totul.Aveam o simtire ca il cunosc de undeva , dar era El insasi visul meu.Si cit e iarna de mare,cit nu ar fi , caldura lui e infinita.Niciodata nu imi va lasa sa imi inghete,nici o geana.Chiar daca are sa se scurga,vre-un fulg micut.

Am inteles ca atunci cind m-ai imbratisat,am simtit ceva mai deosebit,si mai puternic.Am inteles ca,oriunde nu ai fi tu esti mereu in gindul meu,esti mereu cu mine.Am inteles ca chiar daca ascunzi aripile de inger,eu oricum le simt.Esti acel ingeras care Dumnezeu l-a trimis pe pamint,sa ma pazesti pe mine.

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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