Ce este viata?

O farama de esenta care se scurge in fiecare secunda

Un dar pentru unii, poate un blestem pentru altii

Cateva ore, clipe, farame de existenta

Existenta dincolo de moarte, eu asa vreau sa cred

Existenta intr-un mod miraculos

Rasaritul soarelui si apusul sau

Briza marii care cuprinde tacerea

Bataile inimii cand alergi sa prinzi timpul pierdut

Tacerea celui de langa tine

Durerea de dinti in miez de noapte

Doua maini care se unesc intr-o strangere

Sentimentele de iubire, ura, regret, durere

Razboiul care trece peste tot ce e sfant

Pacea in fata mortii

Neputinta in fata mortii

Incercarea de a supravietui

Eu si tu, dar si ei

Cerneala uscata pe file vechi de ganduri

Mormintele tacute la marginea orasului

Vantul care-si cauta perechea

Ploaia neincetata si zapada perfecta

Nemarginit fara cuvinte

Privirea unui om cu sufletul cald

Prietenia neconditionata a celui de langa tine

Spatiul nemarginit…

Muzica care se aude din toate colturile

Peretii pictati de dorinte

Toate astea la un loc…

Reclame

Operatia de polipi a lui Daniel

Acum 2 zile am facut operatia de polipi. Ce m-a ajutat sa trec mai usor peste aceasta aventura? In cazul meu a functionat: 1. Parintii mei mi-au explicat cu o saptamana inainte ceea ce se va intampla. Au ales cartea „Mattia va in ospedale”- Mattia merge in spital. E unul dintre personajele care m-au ajutat […]

via Operatia mea de polipi- sfaturi pentru parinti — Poveștile lui Puffu

Be like water

Slow moving, early moving, patient moving.

Wait until the time comes to flow along the grass,

To come down from the sky,

So as the sun lights up your pure essence forever.

Be like water in your worst moments,

Mirror yourself in the face of a happy child,

Lift up your voice in the summer nights.

Water doesn’t need anyone, it just is.

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Comes from the magical Heaven that we all are looking for,

Goes into the Earth slowly, warmly.

Be like water, emerge yourself in the depth of your sorrow.

Forget about people, times and hurts.

Be like water, have patience with yourself, first of all.

Don’t judge yourself not even for a second.

You give so much comfort, so much light to so many.

But you forgot how pure you are, how you nourish the souls of everyone who sees you, who drinks you, who emerge inside your hug.

Be like water, sweet friend of mine.

Go with the flow…

Cum am renuntat la pampers, in ritmul meu, cu ajutorul unei #CartiMaestru — Poveștile lui Puffu

De cand sunt foarte mic, ai mei mi-au citit. In fiecare seara, se fac in curand 4 ani. Povesti colorate, lungi si scurte, cu eroi, masini si copii ca mine. Curajosi sau carora le era teama de intuneric, despre animale care traiesc aventuri fantasctice si despre iubirea care nu cunoaste limite. Asa am invatat primele […]

via Cum am renuntat la pampers, in ritmul meu, cu ajutorul unei #CartiMaestru — Poveștile lui Puffu

Vulnerable

With her bike she flies in a way never known before, she closes her eyes and dreams of a beach with clear water and soft sand. She goes faster and faster, she doesn’t stop. Why should she? Winter brings her to that beach. The waves swing her. She feels vulnerable. She wants to be vulnerable. She feels so alive.

She mirrors her face in the blue soft water. Her face isn’t hers anymore. Has all the signs of that years gone by so quickly.

She stops the bike. Takes a deep breath and opens her mind. Her arms embrace the rumors all around her, her soul takes her breath. She’s in apnea. She decides not to breath anymore. She falls down on the sand. Makes an angel with gold wings and sets him free. The angel turns around and smiles.

Her bike now it’s a boat. While in the sky she’s on a boat? She doesn’t know how to swim. All alone in the middle of the sea she’s vulnerable. Remembers the sounds of that pain, the tears of that nights. How vulnerable she felt. How wrong she felt. Fills her heart with all the water in the world to sweep away all that.

She’s on the bike again listening to that song, over and over again. She never stops, she would die forever. Why die when you can live?

Chooses the way of the soft beach. Takes a step into the water and flies away. The angel takes her by the hand and pulls her out.

She wakes up. Stops to drink her coffee and writes everything.

She writes so she doesn’t forget.