Timp

Nu avem timp... să dormim, să mâncăm cum trebuie, să ne plimbăm, să facem patul dimineaţa, să ne ridicăm de pe scaunul de la birou ca să bem apă, să ne petrecem mai mult timp cu cei dragi sau să-i sunăm mai des, să ieşim cu prietenii, să ne rugăm, să ne închinăm când trecem pe lângă o biserică, să gătim, să ne relaxăm, să ne dedicăm hobby-urilor noastre, să ne tundem, să ne jucăm cu animăluţul de casă, să alergăm pe câmpii. să visăm, să ne jucăm, să râdem, să chicotim, să citim etc...

Şi când va veni clipa mult nedorită si va trebui să părăsim această lume, o să avem un singur regret: că nu am trăit aşa cum am vrut, că nu am facut aproape nimic din ce ne-am propus... De ce? pentru că NU AM AVUT TIMP!!! Pentru că nu ne-am făcut timp, nu am ştiut să apreciem ce am avut şi să ne bucurăm de viaţă până în cele mai mici detalii...

Dar indiferent de cum alegem să ne petrecem viaţa, "Madam cu coasa" va veni după fiecare, pe rând, răbdătoare. De ce? Pentru că ea are timp pentru fiecare dintre noi...

Versus

Mes arbres ensommeillés dans tes châteaux d’eau vie,

Mon jardin en couleurs criardes sous tes sables morts,

Ton histoire enterrée  dans les profondeurs de ma géographie en zigzag,

Tes sculptures fausses mises dans mon âme partie de vacances,

Mes brouillons illisibles coupés autour de ton talent naturel…

Tu les chantes, je les écris…

Mon caractère penchant,  se noyant dans la mer de ton sang,

Ton vieux parapluie jeté dans ma tempête - des gouttes d’amour brûlant,

Ma fleur d’enfance, encore endormie, dans ta poche ravagée par ce songe banal,

Tes bras, autrement modelés, envahis par ta pauvre anachorète…

Tes transports de douleur cachés dans ma carte des berceuses…

Tu les commences, je les finis…

Chez moi ou chez toi,

Je ne cesse pas de te confier ma folie insupportable,

Tu cesse pour un moment de chanter tes envies cyniques…

La forêt d’automne si sage dans mes yeux

Versus

Le ciel d’été trop sauvage dans les tiens…

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Once upon a thousand times (3)

 Missing half

Once upon a time there was this half-girl. She woke up from her half empty bed, washed half of her face and, half aware of what she felt, she began to live a new half of a day.

She read half of a book, called her best friend half of minute, told her half of a story and went to shopping. She filled half of her basket, paid only half of the money and returned home half limping...

She went into the kitchen were she washed half of the dishes, ate half of an apple and went out in the garden.

She enjoyed the dark half of the sun, picked half of a rose and thought how half dead she was...

Her half of the day has passed so fast and she went to her half empty bed, half crying, closing half of her eyes, dreaming how happy she would be if she weren't so fully broken...

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Natural disaster

      

      When you hold on so much and don't cry when you feel like crying, your heart betrays you eventually. And your eyes, even before you notice, release all those tears you kept inside for so long. Then it becomes so much harder to handle them... Now that's what I call a spiritual flood, the only flood in the world that can make you feel better... If you are strong enough not to lose control...

Anomalies

•Huge heart vs. nothing to fill it with

•Feeling like crying and throwing up your crappy soul vs. doing your best to smile and look happy

•Unhappy parents vs. those shitty people making their lives miserable

•So much cold undesired winter inside and outside vs. craving for spring, warmth and sunny days

•Saying “yes” vs. actually wanting to say “no”

•A big bed vs. no one to sleep next to you

•Too many beautiful dreams vs. having no one to share them with and make them come true

•Ardent desire to do so many things vs. lack of time and / or money

•Designed to become THAT someone vs. feeling like a character in the wrong movie

Etc. etc. etc…

Once upon a thousand times (2)

 I was... I am...

Once upon a time I was a cherry... Living on the highest branch, with my best friend, a striped sparrow... I remember he was there from the very day I was born. I was a bud, shy and shivering in the still cold wind of spring. Watching everything around, trying to get used to the height, enjoying every moment when my friend was there, especially when the sun was going to sleep… His song was my favourite lullaby...

  I was growing up so fast, becoming an innocent flower, that kind of flower that brings peace inside a soul.  After a while, my petals fell. All of us lost their pure dresses. I was so sad. Only the humans were full of joy and I can’t figure out why...

  Then I got round and began to fatten, blushing everyday more. I think my left cheek was a little bit more shiny.

  I still remember the day the humans killed my brothers… I can’t forget the horror! One rapacious hand  tried so badly to grab me, but I was unreachable, fortunately. From that moment on I knew that wasn’t a coincidence… But what life had in store for me was a complete mystery. I was left there, on my branch, all alone… Even my friend visited me very rarely. He had a family of his own…

    I used to wonder how long it will take until I… I fall, until I crush, smashing my red face on the ground… and die…

    I was so afraid… and sad as I felt something growing inside me, a soul, a life… Was it a heart? Was it a baby, a piece of me? Or what…? I wanted to know so many things, but who could give me all the answers?...

    I didn’t have time to find out because… well, yes, on a muddy rainy day the unexpected happened. I was caught by an unknown force,  pulling me down… down… down… I felt no pain, to my surprise… I was buried deep inside the hungry cold ground. I closed my entire being, putting aside all that I have ever lived, seen or felt…

    It was then when I was reborn, when that something I was feeling inside came out, not a baby, but my soul… The new me, the new life bringer… It was then when I began to be what I am now, leaf by leaf, flower by flower, branch by branch, growing every year more, becoming that cherry tree I never thought I would be… Hosting now hundreds of cherries  like I once was… I am so proud of them… And come to think I would have never enjoyed all this without their help, their efforts, their water during the droughty days…Maybe humans are not that bad after all...

Doctor

Taking care of all these souls is not an easy job. Is like trying to remove the dust from a bunch of already cracked crystal glasses. Every second there is a high risk of breaking them, only by touching them. 

There's no other way... You love them all and you can't let them get lost in the misery. If only you could be able to remove all the spots that cover their beautiful petals, if only you could put a smile on their lips forever and erase those heavy tears, if only you could repair their hurt wings so that they can fly again carelessly...

But you can only look them in the eyes, open your heart, your special box of good advices and fairy words and show them how much you care from the bottom of your heart. You suddenly transform into their strongest pillar in their worst moments. You gladly offer them your shoulder if they need it, a helping hand and your entire support... Though... you wish they never needed all this. You wish their lives were flawless, cloudless, you wish they had a thousand reasons to smile and be happy... forever...

Far from reality, lost in all these dreams and hopes, you raise, look in the mirror: "What about your soul?..." 
You smile, take a deep breath and: "My soul? It can wait, even a lifetime. Don't worry..."