” Trecutul are vocea lui . “

venezia_by_le_regard_des_elfes-d62dci7As ruga timpul sa zboare pe aripile unui fluture negru spre cenusiu , sa moara intr-o clepsida de noapte.As ruga timpul sa isi atipeasca glasul si sa nu ne raguseasca la fiecare zi , apoi l-as ruga sa mai astepte.Simt ca inca nu mi-am umplut dorintele de-a fi un om matur , de-a uita de capricii si de zimbete zglobii lasate in fiecare clipa , de suparari inutile si de lacrimi pline de splendoare.Simt ca vreau sa fiu copilul lui mama care se joaca in fiecare zi , fara nici o grija si simt cum ma inec in amintiri , si simt cum e timpul sa ma retrag.

Oare cu fiecare zi , se schimba totul ? Oare acum si de miine , nu se va mai auzi primaverile cele duioase , oare ploia isi va schimba stralucirea sau soarele nu va lumina asa ? Oare lacrimile vor aparea doar in colturile ascunse , noapte si sub ecoul miinii tale ?

De ce nu putem numi farmec ceea ce exista si numim frumusete de nedescris ceea ce am trait cindva.Rasfoim zile , ani in trecutul nostru si culegem doar amintiri care se pierd , amintiri care se scutura intr-o melodie de nostalgie frumoasa a tot ce a trecut.Oare sa fie asta ? Atunci cind intelegem cum se scurge viata ? Oare sa fie observatia asta de timp , de ce atunci mi-se pareau anii intregi saptaminilie si astazi ele imi par zile.

Ar fi bine sa ne pierdem in trecut sau nu ? Trecutul este o viata care am asezato deja in romanul nostru , ce trebuie acum sa ii urmam prezentul.Doare sau nu , ne taie sau ne arde , ne sufocam de tot ce am trait atunci si ce traim astazi , bine sau mai rau , fiecare pagina ne va spune ca si prezentul asta a fost nespus de duios.Asta e notiunea timpului sa pastram totul si sa nu culegem nimic .

Astazi mi-am imaginat cum imi vorbeste trecutul , ce vocea curata si calda a avut !

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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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