Darpan || Maria Ciobotariu (Romania)

সোমবার, জুন ২৭, ২০২২

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The thrill of first love

Maria Ciobotariu

(Romania)

I was looking out the window. As a knowledgeable being, I needed the starry sky and the moon. His gaze was fixed on me, and I felt him pass beyond my resistance. He stared, perhaps realizing that I was afraid to look him in the eye. He may wonder, "Where did you come from?" Are you a dream or a reality? ” My cheeks burned like two flames, but I answered, not to feel shy. I realized that he was following my every move. He always talked about the place where he works, about the beauties of nature, there was something strange in his words.

He looked like an optimistic, wise young man. The story with certainty about his life, about his parents and his younger brother. He asked me if I wanted to open the window, but I said no. He was eager to be heard and known. He looks at me and forces me to look at him.

-I ask you because I want to know about you, although maybe you won't tell me anything about you, you are a mysterious and very beautiful girl.

I thought it would be wise to start the conversation, to express my thoughts, but he warns me that he knows everything I can tell him; The truth is, I can't feel myself. ”She looks at me for a long time, not noticing that Gabriella is next to me. I told him I was going to write a novel about us. He is surprised, he talks continuously, as if to fill the time that passes quite hard and, continuously, he looks at me in amazement.

"It's not that simple," he tells me, taking his eyes off me.

I keep thinking and I don't know what to do; to answer him, to fill him with imagination… He shows me photos with his parents, brother and the dog he has there, far away, in a town near the border ... I find that we are both in love with nature and poetry, but do not give up the conversation about faith. He likes it very much.

"Why don't you look and admire yourself?"

I already know he doesn't believe me… He has to believe me… I feel reborn and live; I listen to the questions one by one; he got used to, I think, my silence. She decides to keep talking about him.

- I feel connected to you, to your beauty. Who are you afraid of? Who do you think could hurt you? I noticed that you began to tremble just as I appeared at the door of the compartment, I could feel it and I saw in you the face of my dreams, the delicate flower of expectations. If I told you I really liked you, would you believe me?

I knew, I couldn't tell him, I didn't want to think it was unreal ... The station where I had to get off was approaching.

-I don't want you to come down, when will I see you again? I won't let you go, I'll have to look for you, find you… but where? I would like to give you everything! I'm in love with you. Can you believe me? He's obviously upset.

-All you can do is write to me. I find that we both know what we want, I don't want to tie anyone to me, yet… You'll have to understand what I want. He grabbed my hand:

-Please talk to me before you go down!

"Let go of my hand, I want to know I can move on."

I hear him sigh in the morning with the scent of spring. I try to close my eyes and forget that it didn't exist. I go downstairs and walk hurriedly home. After three days I returned to work. I couldn't believe it when I saw the letter. I managed to open it, I had acquired supernatural powers. I like people who don't give up, they are so beautiful and amazing.

I answer and I feel that the sky is higher when you love. His unreal voice was calling to me everywhere… I would like to stop time and tell him that I like to watch him.

From the depths of the sky you can hear the rain. I would like to cry, but I control myself, I imagine his face shrouded in mystery… is the first thrill of love.

A gift of time

I gather words from the sunrise and sunset

Every moment is a gift of time

That steadfastness is sometimes misunderstood

Heart pounding for happiness.

Let's rebuild everything we share

And to turn the dream into a sublime one.

A bird rising in flight,

A circle dance under the blue dome.

To love a single second

Sometimes lost, lost

From the past to the future on the path of eternity