…n-a ajuns nimeni niciodata… oamenii nu vad pelerina fermecata care adaposteste toate nelinistile si slabiciunile lui. el iubeste, plange, rade, viseaza si se bucura. se apropie de oameni… doar pana cand ei devin periculosi. intr-o buna zi cineva s-ar putea strecura sub cutele largi ale pelerinei si l-ar putea vedea.
la multi ani, om cu pelerina fermecata! nu stiu nimic despre tine si, totusi, imi esti asa de drag din povestirile lor. fiecare dintre ei mi-a spus cate ceva si te-ai construit ca un puzzle bizar in mintea mea. si niciodata pana acum n-am fost curioasa sa te intreb daca-ti place cum a iesit?!
ei nu stiu exact ce cauti, ei nu te vad decat atunci cand ii lasi, le e frica uneori ca te-ar putea pierde… ei nu stiu ca in locurile in care tu esti singur, n-a ajuns nimeni niciodata.
asta inseamna ca fie ne faci loc sub pelerina ta, fie ai pregatit cate o pelerina fermecata si pentru noi… si asta doar ca sa fim impreuna din cand in cand… sa ne mai uitam la puzzle-ul asta si sa ne ne prefacem ca NU suntem oameni mari…
hai odata cu bierea aia… ca ma apuca responsabilitatile!
… Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around ’til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He’d make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I’d listen outside her door And I’d hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me I know I’m praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don’t do it usually But dear Lord she’s dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream…
"Come on, Pooh! Let's get some fresh air, Piglet said, taking Pooh by the hand. I'm sure we'll think of something..."
("Winnie the Pooh and the Butterfly Wings", Sleepy Stories, Lisa Ann Marsoli)
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