Today : It was 6 a.m when my clock started ringing in great haste, it was so hard to leave that soft bed. Rising out of my bed I rushed to the window to watch the weather : it was raining. I thought it was snowing, but no, it was a gloomy spring weather. The city seemed to be so “empty”, with no life even if people were everywhere. After a few hours, I was near to a cup of tea, talking, philosophizing with Paula.
Back home I came across this photo which reminds me of a girl who was running away :
And there you are ! So pale, so beautiful, you’re running away from us like a young girl scared of love. There’s always a story to start from, with a girl, with a lovely heart who has been running away since her first crush, sincer her heart told her : “it’s time”.
I know loads of persons, “runners”, they are everywhere. You can spot them so easily, they seem so broken, so fragile, almost frozen.
But then suddenly somebody appears and she simply won’t run away again, she will stay.
Azi : Era ora 6 dimineata cand ceasul a inceput sa sune de zor, a fost atat de greu sa parasesc acel pat moale. Ridicandu-ma din pat am navalit spre fereastra pentru a privi vremea de afara : ploua. Credeam ca va ninge, insa nu, era o vreme mohorata de primavara. Orasul parea atat de “pustiu”, fara viata chiar daca lumea era prezenta pretutindeni. Dupa cateva ore, ma aflam langa o cana de ceai, vorbind, filozofand cu Paula.
Ajunsa acasa am dat de aceasta fotografie care imi aduce aminte de o fata care fugea :
Si iata-te ! Atat de palida, atat de frumoasa, fugi de noi precum o fata tanara speriata de iubire. Intotdeauna exista o poveste, cu o fata, cu o inima minunata care fugea de la prima sa zdrobire, de la momentul in care inima ei a spus : “acum este timpul”.
Cunosc multe persoane, “fugari”, sunt pretutindeni. Atat de usor de recunoscut, par atat de distrusi, atat de fragili, aproape inghetati.
Dar brusc apare cineva iar ea pur si simplu nu va mai fugi, va ramane.