joi, 18 mai 2017

Despre Dire Straits și căpșunele din curtea bunicii

E mai și în curtea bunicii sigur căpșunele se coc.
În fiecare an căpșunele erau culese cu grijă de-o fată cu părul lung și negru. Le spăla în două ape și apoi le punea pe o farfurie, își lua o carte și o pătură și dispărea pe după crini în grădină.
După o vreme bunica o găsea tolănită la soare, adormită cu cartea în mână.

Dire Straits a purtat mereu un loc special în sufletul meu, le fel ca și Sigur Ros, Pasărea Colibri și Vama Veche. Și Edith Piaf. Dar să ne întoarcem la Dire Straits. Muzica lor mă face să simt miros de drum de țară, de flori de câmp, de struguri copți și apă rece de fântână. Mă imaginez mergând pe drumul către câmp în satul natal al mamei. Pentru mine nu există nimic mai fascinant încă în lume ca peticul de pământ unde mi-am petrecut copilăria, unde grijile dispăreau, iar bunica ne făcea mereu clătite când o rugam frumos. Iar Dire Straits îmi cântă despre dansuri pe dealul ce ducea spre canal, printre salcâmii tineri plantați de tătăițu' și pe cele 3 dale de piatră ce stau și acum la intrarea în curtea cu gard alb, boltită cu viță de vie și presărată cu ghiocei și lalele primăvara, cu crini vara, cu crizanteme toamna și zăpadă de 2 metri iarna.

E mai... iar căpșunele se coc, dar nu mai nimeni să le culeagă. Iar părul fetei nu mai e lung. Iar bunica a și uitat că are căpșune.

luni, 15 mai 2017

Angels in Purgatory

- Heaven has angels. Hell has devils. Then who would you say keeps an eye on Purgatory?
She looked at me for a few seconds and then frowned, and then ran her index finger over her lips.
- I guess it would be retired angels.
- Retired angels?
Her eyebrows frown a little more.
- Retired angels. Don't you think there's some that get really tired with all the running around taking care of people? I know I would be. I can hardly take care of myself, imagine if I had to take care of an entire city.
- But you're not an angel.
She softly kicks me with her left foot.
- You don't know that. I might be an angel in disguise.
She sticks her tongue out and makes that face I adore.
- So how would you say a typical day of an angel goes?
- Pfuuuu, I guess it depends on who they have to take care of!
- I take it your angel is always busy with keeping you from running the car into trees or burning down the house?
Space between her eyebrows gets dangerously narrow.
- You know, this story is actually interesting. Angels in Purgatory. I can imagine them to be old Angels that have seen it all and got bored with being Angels.
- How can one get bored with being an Angel? They have eternal life, they can speak to God, they have redeemed themselves and they have wings!
She smiles at me and puts a finger on my lips.
- It's easy, can't you see it? Angels in Purgatory want to be humans again!
- Why would you want to be human again?
- So that you can dream and suffer and hope, why not? I'd like to be a human forever.
I smile and I take her in my arms.
- How can you be human when you're my angel?
- I found a way out of Purgatory!

vineri, 12 mai 2017

The story of Min and how I learned to stop shouting - part |||

... find a way of expressing the feeling of warm softness in his heart. He couldn't find the right explanation for it, he just felt like he was soft as a feather and could fly over the countries, over the rivers and seas he found in his way.
After a few days of wandering around, he decided to set camp next to a small village and rest for one day and then start his mission again. He realized he will have to renew his water supplies, so he went into the village. But what he found there scared him.
Everybody was gone. There was little sign the village was inhabited, except for the fact that the streets were clean, the houses looked well maintained and the well was in perfect use.
Just when he decided that it's better to leave, he saw an old man walking down the street. He watched the old man as he walked passed him as if he was a statue. The village was probably miles away from any other one, so seeing a foreigner in these parts would have been a... noticeable event.
As he stared at the old man getting smaller in the distance, he realized that there's somebody else coming. A woman. This time she was walking towards him. She came with a sure step and started getting water out from the well. She didn't salute or make any kind of gesture that would acknowledge his presence there.
Min felt very weird. Silencers were usually very polite to each other and a great deal was given to greeting people, even the ones you didn't know.
To his surprise the woman drifted away with one bucket of water that she was spilling everywhere. She wasn't really paying attention to that, as if she was daydreaming. At one point, she actually tripped over a rock in the middle of the road and the bucket went upside down.
As he was contemplating the entire scene, Min couldn't help but notice that the woman wasn't really in a hurry to pick everything up and get back home. She sat there for a while, calmly touching the ground around her. It was that moment that Min realized something was off. She wasn't patting the ground, she was looking for something. The woman was blind.
He immediately started walking in her direction and he saw her turn her face in his direction. She strangely opened her mouth and closed it for a few times. She pulled back when she felt Min's steps getting closer and got up to her feet.
Min wasn't sure what to do. He just sat there and watched her.
After a few seconds, the woman started running in the opposite direction and even if Min thought like it was a shame she left her bucket there, he also felt strangely relieved.
He turned around to find himself faced to the old man.
The old man smiled. He had a piece of paper in his hand. There was something written on it. It was...