” Mama , de tine am nevoie acum “.

Bicycleman_by_pepyttaNu am gasit  in intrega lume, o privire mai blinda si mai iubitoare decit a ta.Ai fost si esti pentru mine, prima dragoste infinita.De tine am avut nevoie , secunda cu secunda , caci tu mi-a daruit putere ca sa traiesc . Mi-ai cuprins inima cu toata dragostea ta , mi-ai incalzit ultima rasuflare , mi-ai tinut de minute de cind m-am nascut , si ai putea sa ma tii pina la urma.Nicioadata nu ai invatat sa imi spui ” un nu ” ,la tot ce ti-am cerut.Nicioada nu ai lasat ca cineva sa imi atinga macar vocea cu ceva urit.M-ai iubit chiar si cind ti-am gresit,fara sa mai cer iertare tu m-ai iertat de-o mie de ori.Supararea ta , nu dureaza nici o ora . Cind ma simteam obosita , chiar daca nu faceam nimic , intotdeauna ma ajutai , fara a ma gindi ca toata ziua tu ai tinut-o in picioare.Iar cind veneau noptile grele , si ma dureau ranile inecate in maladie, tu ma tineai in brate toata noaptea,ma cuprindeai si tineai minuta in locul in care ma durea.Nu ai lasat , odata sa se scurga lacrimi pe obrazul meu.Tu m-ai facut atit de sensibila si atit de puternica.Iar cind drumurile mi te-au luat , pe-o zi nu am crezut ca e atit de dureros  , incostiinta se nastea , si nu stiam ce-am lasat sa plece de linga sufletul meu.Dupa o singura zi , am inteles cit de singura sunt,cit de dureros e sa ramii asa.Ti-am numarat pasii mama, si nu am putut sa ajung la tine.Esti atit de departe.Si de cind ai plecat , sufletul meu nu are o particica curata , totul e inecat in rani atit de dureroase.Lacrimile imi sunt deja apa,pe care o gust in fiecare zi .Nici macar diminetile nu m-ai au sens.Nu stiu unde sa ma duc,ce sa fac.Nici macar hrana nu mai are gustul ei .Sarbatorile vin si se duc,armonia lor tu mi-ai luat-o.Fiecare particica de fericire , ai luat-o ,atunci cind ai plecat.Ma simt atit de frageda,mamicuta.Atit de slabita,caci nu m-ai am putere.Iarna aceasta , imi ingheata ultima picatura de respiratie,ultima dorinta si ultimul glas.Ma pierd printre fulgi ce au sa se topeasca , in curind.Si am o singura dorina,doar una.Sa te intorci,si sa opresti timpul mama.

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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