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Era o femeie cu un trecut dur și un viitor enigmatic
Ea era doar un copil plin de vise, într-o lume plină de iluzii. Era o copilă care, indiferent de cât de rău cădea, avea puterea de a se șterge de praf și de-a merge în continuare. Era o ființă fragilă, speriată, care avea nevoie de căldură și iubire.
Era un copil nesigur deghizat într-un om încrezător. Era un suflet furat de inocență și sinceritate. Era un copil plin de viață. Era genul de persoană care făcea să apară soarele în timpul furtunii. Știa să pună un zâmbet acolo unde dominau lacrimile.
A învățat regulile vieții, dar avea o mare plăcere de-a le încălca
Viața ei era roz, vedea frumusețea în urât și lumina din beznă. Viața ei părea lipsită de probleme. Era altfel, până când în viața ei a apărut realitatea. În momentul în care a simțit cum întreaga ei lume roz devine un univers negru și cum fiecare vis se preface în coșmar… a început să se ascundă sub o “pătură” pentru a-și proteja sufletul vulnerabil.
Știa să pună un zâmbet acolo unde dominau lacrimile
S-a schimbat. Își pierduse inocența, a pierdut tot ce ținea de lumea copilăriei sale, nu mai credea în “prințul pe cal alb” și în “Fericiți până la adânci bătrâneți”. Avea răni mult prea adânci care îi confirmau realitatea. A suferit și i-a făcut și pe alții să sufere, dar mereu, când se uita în oglindă se recunoștea.
Era o ființă fragilă, speriată, care avea nevoie de căldură și iubire
Știa că e o persoana bună, dar și una rea. Știa că are vise și reverii. Era o femeie cu un trecut dur și un viitor enigmatic. Învățase multe. A învățat regulile vieții, dar avea o mare plăcere de-a le încălca. Știa câtă frică îi este de oameni, dar se învârtea mereu printre ei.
Un singur lucru a rămas la fel la ea: când cade, se scutură și merge înainte.
Închei acest post invitându-vă să vă minunați de o “Păpădie Gigantică” 🙂
She was a woman with a harsh past and an enigmatic future
She was just a kid full of dreams, in a world of illusions. She was a little girl, no matter how bad she falls, have the power to remove dust and to go further. She was a frail, frightened being, who needed warmth and love.
She was an insecure child disguised as a confident man. She was a soul stolen by innocence and sincerity. He was a lively child. She was the kind of person who makes the sun appear during the storm. She knew to put a smile where tears dominated.
She learned the rules of life, but she had a great pleasure to violate them
Her life was pink and she could see the beauty in ugly and the light from the darkness. Her life seemed smooth. It was different until in her life appeared the reality. When she felt her whole pink world becomes a black universe and every dream turns into a nightmare… she hid under a “blanket” to protect her vulnerable soul.
She knew to put a smile where tears dominated
She changed. She had lost her innocence, lost everything about her childhood world, no longer believed in the “prince on a white horse” and “Happy ever after”. She had wounds too deep that confirmed reality. She suffered and she made others suffer, but always, when she looked in the mirror she recognized herself.
She was a frail, frightened being, who needed warmth and love
She knew that she’s a good person, but also an evil one. She knew she had dreams and reveries.She was a woman with a harsh past and an enigmatic future. She learned much. She learned the rules of life, but she had a great pleasure to violate them. She knew how much he is afraid of people, but always revolved among them.
One thing remained the same at her: when she falls, she shakes and going forward.
I conclude this post inviting you to marvel by a “Giant Dandelion” 🙂
Ma regasesc, mi-am amintit multe dintr-o data. Da, cad, ma scutur bine la cateva zile, insa ramane rana, o apar mereu si merg inainte…
Vise frumoase inger frumos ❤ Duminica frumoasa draga mea Mona ❤ Inger printre ingeri ❤ pup !
Ps, multumesc pentru papadia gigantica 😉
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Uneori imi doresc sa nu se regaseasca nimeni in textele mele. Asta ar insemna ca nimeni nu sufera. Din pacate nu este asa. Ai grija de tine, draga mea Ileana 🙂
O duminica de vis sa ai! ❤ :*
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this prose is really nice.
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When it comes from a professional it makes me very happy 🙂 Thank you so much, Joseph ❤
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I’m not a professional. I just write. 🙂
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Yes, but you write so beautiful 🙂
❤
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Thank you. 🙂
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😀
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Who is she? You? Another specific person? Or just a part of your imagination and beautiful lines?
Your images remind me of Robin Williams first comedy album. It was called “Reality, What a Concept”
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It is a combination 🙂
Thank you again for your kind words, Christopher ❤
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De nada 👍🏼
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😀
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Very nice!
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Thank you, Lynz ❤
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Xx
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Ahhhh it’s so hard to f9 such beautiful soul in this selfish world
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Many thanks for your warm words 🙂
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Pretty👌
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Grazie 🙂
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Very interesting and revealing post my dear! You are so amazing for a young soul! xo
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(#^_^#) ❤
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lovely….thought provoking one
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Many thanks, my friend 🙂
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welcome my dear friend
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❤
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Nu se poate sa nu cunoastem toti suferinta la un moment dat. Dar daca avem puterea sa ne ridicam si scuturam, e perfect
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And yet again, I am amazed by the depth in your writing! You’re an old soul in a young body, I’m sure of that now. Wonderful post Monica, Cheers 😊💕
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And yet again, you’re too kind, my dear friend ❤ Thank you so much!
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😊💕
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I love the way you said it all. I think a little part of this exists in us all, even if we may not show it
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Or we may not know it
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Your imagination plays well with words and images! Skillful!
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Many thanks, my dear Ann ❤
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