Dilemma

I had a friend once ... She was one of my best friends... So I thought at that time... But I don't know what happened... I was happy with all I had, I was feeling blessed with all that and of course I was sharing it with the beloved ones, including her... I think it was then when she started to act strangely. I felt that she ignored me and wasn't very pleased with me being happy. Although she had almost all she wanted from life. Anyway, I didn't feel ok about the way she was treating me sometimes. Maybe I exaggerated and I acted a little bit immature when I decided to put an end to that relationship and the way I did it. Now it seems so stupid. She did wrong, I did wrong. We acted like silly girls, instead of trying to accept each other with all our flaws and qualities. I guess this is a very important thing to do, accepting the other even if he/ she is not perfect..

I am sorry, she knows that. I don't know if she is sorry too, but... We are supposed to be acquaintances, at least in theory, but we haven't spoken to each other for more than a year...

However, now, when I look behind, I cannot stand but having a few regrets and a dilemma. Will it be OK to try a new link with her or... is it better to let things just the way they are ?...

After all, I already have three true best friends...

Best wishes

Shall you find roses in life, may you enjoy their scent and fragile petals...

Shall you get lost in creepy forests, may you have the strength to look up to the sky, use your wings to fly beyond the clouds and touch the rainbow...

Shall you ever have to walk through rain, may you be able to realize that every drop is a musical note that together make the most beautiful waltz of life, so that you can learn to dance it.

Shall December be too harsh, may you carry in your soul April sun's warm and sweet smile to comfort you.

Shall love take your hand and guide you through life, may you never let go because, as they say sometimes: Love can be a tiny hand holding your finger, a slobbery wet kiss, little chubby cheeks, and an innocent sweet smile...

La vie en gris

Petite enfante, vêtue dans des haillons, chantant des hymnes inconnus à haute voix...

Tes murs sont si tristes quelquefois. Tes peintures craquées, jetées sur la terre, ne racontent plus de braves histoires. Tous les hommes osent les fouler aux pieds sans pitié.

Tu n'est pas folle, ma chère, quoique tu voles toujours haut que les nuages, espérant qu'un jour ta main touche au moins un rayon de soleil. Mais la pluie joue avec toi maintenant. Les gouttes étincelantes dansent sur toi, envahissent même ton âme qui est si loin..

Tu cherches un arc-en-ciel pour te cacher, pour nuancer un peu tes yeux fatigués.

Les mains dans les poches, tu trouves une pièce d'un puzzle qui ne t'appartient pas et aussi un vide que tu devrais commencer à remplir en ce moment. C'est très simple, tu sais. Car dans ton univers éclaté, tu as suffisants crayons de couleurs pour en créer encore un. Ne crains rien. Tu est forte, si forte que tu pourrais construire ton propre soleil, à partager, si tu veux, avec tous ceux qui t’entourent.

C'est pas ta faute...

Tu as changé beaucoup. Tu n’es plus l'enfant éternel qu'on rencontrait toujours dans le bois enchantée les nuits, sous la lune ensommeillée. Les chevaux sauvages et les fleurs qui parlent ne te connaissent plus... Tu ne peux pas courir maintenant. Les pieds lourds t’empêchent t’éloigner de ta propre vie. Tu ne peux pas d’y échapper. C'est la vie réelle que tu n'aimes, bien sûr, mais... Mais qu'est-ce qu'on peut faire?

Tu dois cesser la chercher. Tu le sais très bien. Tu ne la trouveras... Elle est partie et jamais reviendra. Jamais!  

Ne l'oublie pas, gardes sa pureté dans une coquille sur les profondeurs de la mer fâchée... Scelles-la dans un beau souvenir, dans ton grand poing, dans les pages jaunies d'un journal perdu, dans tes yeux en larmes...

Tu as grandi, mais c'est pas ta faute. Mademoiselle Enfance est partie simplement parce que tu t’es cachée dans un monde où elle ne pouvait plus vivre. Elle aurait meurt si elle avait resté. Mais elle a laissé Monsieur Amour te protéger, t'enseigner que la maturité peut être la plus belle période de ta vie. Toutefois, tu dois être prudente: les blessures qu'on  te cause quelques fois peuvent être si profondes...

A big fat "NO"!

NO! I don't want to grow up! So what I am acting like a child most of the times? So what I am still a day dreamer? So what I am living in a world of my own? I know I drive you crazy most of the times, but as I already told you a thousand times, I'm not doing it on purpose. This is just the way I am.
It's enough that sometimes I fall out of the sky on the ground, my life breaking into pieces. It's enough that I suffocate every time I see my ID card that reveals an age I will always neglect as my teenager body and soul speak louder than any document.
This is why I don't allow any white hair stain my youth. I'm not ready, not yet.  I am and will always be merciless with old age as long as the purity of my heart is my guide in life... And I believe this is how it will always be :)

And more than that, who likes the tempestuous weather real life offers? Who likes the hurricanes that invade our most serene days, without any warning? Well, I don't like any of this, not at all! That's why I prefer the soft clouds among which I live and the rainbows that protect me from the darkness. So, if you need me, please let me know and I will come down once in a while, if you insist. But, hey! Note that I'm counting on you to keep the dangers away! :P

Am nouă vieți

Nu sunt o felină adormită

pe un cuib de jăratic,

în nopți de decembrie.

Sunt o zeiță nepovestită vreodată nimănui...

În mine și în afară de mine

freamătă minuni cristice,

o cascadă de foșnete surde

din umbra unui suflet sălbatic...

Dulce ca o floare de măr

zărită printre pleoape grele,

lumina ochilor tăi mă copleșește, 

zdrobindu-mă lent,

în zorii dimineților cu flori de gheață.

Și te privesc... lung - prelung,

cum te joci pe asfaltul ființei mele livide

cu mii de culori,

așa cum toamna își face de cap

în grădină după ploile fierbinți de august...

...Mă cuibăresc din nou, la nesfârșit,

citindu-ți din vise

o poveste cu final aşteptat,

în care Romeo și Julieta

trăiesc fericiți.

Da! Ai ghicit: până la adânci bătrâneți...

So who needs a dreamworld...

... when real life is amazing? :)

having the chance to look everyday in the deepest blue eyes, drowning into them and never getting enough;

being spoiled with the warmest, tightest hugs and never wanting to escape them;

having for dessert millions of sweet kisses and still craving for them every second you can't taste them;

sleeping cosily every night in his arms, knowing that nothing bad will happen as long as he watches over you so that you only have puffy dreams;

never wanting to let go of his hand, no matter how harsh some moments might be;

smiling body and soul, especially when his childish smile is the only sun that can make you rise and shine every morning;

having solid plans for the future and imagining together how your first child will be

etc. etc. etc.

This can be called without any doubt full happiness and it can anytime beat dreamworlds of any kind.
If you have all these, you can considered yourself a blessed person...