The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
.............................
Forever and ever
Pink Floyd - High Hopes, The Division Bell Album
Am vazut furtuna rupandu-le frunze, aplecandu-le flori si
spaland polenul, ba chiar smulgandu-i din radacini. Cu toate astea, pomii
primesc totul firesc. Cu demnitate. Doar noi, oamenii, ne plangem. Si-aproape
de fiecare data dupa o furtuna, ne intrebam ‘pentru ce am fost pedepsiti’?...
Daca o clipa am opri intrebarea la jumatate si-am privi in
jurul nostru, am putea vedea ca dupa furtuna lumina e mai clara, aerul mai curat
si aromele mai patrunzatoare. Ca cerul e mai cer, pamantul mai pamant si
verdele mai verde… O alta perspectiva si totusi aceeasi. Doar mai limpede. Un
punct si de la capat, scris pe ramasitele frunzelor si florilor noastre, spulberate
de furtuna. Poate un nou inceput spre care, altfel, n-am fi avut curajul si increderea
sa pornim?!...
I saw the storm breaking their leaves, bending their flowers
and washing away the pollen, even pulling their roots out of the ground. Nevertheless, trees accept everything
artlessly. With dignity. Only we, human beings, like to complain of. And almost
after every storm that occurs, we ask ‘what have we been punished for ‘?
If only we could stop that question for a second and look
around us, we would see how light is clearer, the air is crisper and the flavours
louder, after a storm. How the sky is sky-er, the earth is earth-er and the green
is greener… Another perspective and yet
the same. Only clearer. Full stop and start a new line, written on our shattered
leaves and flowers. Perhaps a new
beginning we never would’ve had the faith and courage to start walking to?!...
