I want to write stories about stars


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by Monica

JUMP TO ENGLISH VERSION

Lumea scrie povestea cunoașterii. Eu vreau să scriu povești despre stele.

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    Simt că mă afund în lumea reală, că nimic nu-mi mai oferă o poveste și că ar trebui să gândesc singură. Ultimele șoapte ale nopții au zburat prin ploaie, nu stiu ce să scriu, despre ce. Ce gânduri am? Ce simt? În jurul meu totul e confuz…

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    Lumea scrie povestea cunoașterii. Eu vreau să scriu povești despre stele. Prefer să mă abat de la real la ireal. Îmi place să am drumul meu scris cu praf de stele și luminat de licurici. Un drum primejdios, lung și încurcat. Poate sunt pierdută, rătăcită și speriată pe acest drum numit “VIAȚĂ”.

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      Caut cuvinte pentru legături de fraze, dar literele nu se leagă, iar cuvintele nu se formează. Legăturile sunt derutante, iar vocile care-mi șopteau povești, au devenit aritmice și fără înțeles. Caut să le ascult așa cum sunt, simple șoapte…

Îmi place să am drumul meu scris cu praf de stele și luminat de licurici

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     Mă întreb, cine știe cele mai frumoase povești? Luna? Luna își spune povestea prin raze. Ea luminează drumurile întunecate căutând să ne arate cum își duce eternitatea în singurătate. O pot numi profesor, e mereu singură, în frig, înconjurată de furtuni, iar ea rezistă, nu se plânge, își acceptă soarta.

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    Noi oamenii, putem? Rezistăm singurătății, dar pe diverse căi. Atunci când suntem fericiți, suntem la fel, dar când suntem triști, fiecare suferă în felul lui. Iar eu nu știu dacă sufăr sau nu… Uneori e o fericire tristă, alteori o tristețe fericită.

    Poate sună ciudat, complex sau lipsit de sens, dar un paradox poate fi simțit mai puternic și mai intens. Poate prin faptul că e o confuzie, poate pentru că sunt emoții combinate. Iar acum, paradoxul meu legat de scrisul poveștii, este: “vreau să scriu, să creez o poveste, dar nu știu ce și nu pot, pentru că nu vreau povestea asta despre real”.

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ENGLISH VERSION

People write the story of knowledge. I want to write stories about the stars.

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     I feel I immerse myself in the real world, that nothing offers me a story and I should think by myself. The last whispers of the night had flown by rain. I do not know what to write, about what. What thoughts do I have? What do I feel? Around me everything is confused…

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     People write the story of knowledge. I want to write stories about the stars. I prefer to deviate from the real to the unreal. I like to have my way written with star dust and illuminated by fireflies. A dangerous road, long and tangled. Maybe I am lost, stray and scared on this road called “LIFE”.

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     I am looking for words that can make links between sentences, but characters don’t want to bind and do not form words. The links are entangled and, voices that once used to whisper stories to me, have become arrhythmic and meaningless. I try to hear them exactly how they are, just simple whispers…

I like to have my way written with star dust and illuminated by fireflies.

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     I wonder who knows the most beautiful stories? The moon? The moon tells her story thru her rays. She brightens the dark roads trying to show us how she carries her eternity in solitude. I can call her a teacher, she is always alone, in the cold, surrounded by storms, but she resists, she doesn’t complain, accepts her fate.

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     We, humans, can we? We resist to loneliness, but in different ways. When we are happy, we are the same, but when we are sad, each suffers in his own way. And I don’t know if I suffer or not… Sometimes is a sad happiness, sometimes a happy sadness.

     It may sound strange, complex or senseless, but a paradox can be felt stronger and more intense. Perhaps because it’s a confusion, maybe because emotions are combined. And now, my paradox is: “I want to write… to create a story… but I don’t know what… and I can’t… because I don’t want this story about real”.

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28 thoughts on “I want to write stories about stars

    • Sometimes I fall in a hole full of inspiration and I write… write… write. And this is what come out 🙂 I am glad you enjoyed it. My dad loved it very much, too 🙂
      Stay blessed and healthy, my friend!
      Hugs ❤

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  1. My philosophy teacher used to say, “Put your head in a whirl.
    “You’ll only be in a mess of tendrils and cobwebs in the dark.
    “Stay there long enough and you’ll see starts, the moon and the sun.
    “Then grab your pen. Words will come out naturally.
    “How long you’ll have to stay in the mess to reach there, nobody can tell you.
    “But you’ll eventually get there to get those words. It’s the promise.
    “Then read those your own words to know who you are. Congratulations!”

    Oh, I want to meet that teacher again to thank him properly.

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