500 followers, thank you!

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While reading a couple of my bloggers’ articles, I received this WordPress message announcing a rise in the number of followers on my blog:

I was both astonished and happy. I never expected that the texts written in time would attract so many people willing to know about my personality and thoughts.

When I first started blogging 5 years ago, I did it for fun, trying to leave something behind. I didn’t want my passion to be wasted in a dusty waste, but rather to be discovered someplace.

I gradually came to the conclusion that reading is the process of discovering the world. WordPress, as a blogging platform, is another dimension to me. My „small” world is made up of you, the readers, and the blog authors, and I’ve noticed that it grows „enormous” with time.

Thank you for joining me in creating and developing a new reality – the realm of creativity!

Thought of the day 8#

Am vrut sa imi deschid ochii insa o durere m-a cuprins din neant. Niste fiori reci mi s-au strecurat pe dupa spate, si mi-au invaluit toata faptura.

Incerc sa ma misc dar trupul imi este captiv intr-o cusca si nu mi-l pot misca decat prin incercari asidue. Greutati invizibile imi captureaza picioarele si mainile, si lanturi grele imi apasa pe piept.

In ochi simt acid, ei ma ustura si ma dor. Pleoapele imi atarna greoaie iar cand clipesc fruntea imi trimite prin semnale prin vibratii chinuitoare.

Lacrimi aspre imi scalda fata fara motiv, si pielea ma irita. Nasul imi este captiv, mi-l simt incarcat si necajit.

Vreau sa rostesc niste vorbe, vreau sa cer ajutor, dar glasul imi este inactiv, corzile vocale sunt incetinite de un virus si reusesc sa scot un sunet ragusit si soptit: Am racit… !

Cu toata puterea ma ridic din pat ce pare a ma trage inapoi, cu mreje solide si sigure. Genunchii imi tremura, capul imi este impovarat si vederea incetosata; tot organismul este inghitit de simptomele bolii si eu… eu sunt sclava neputintei.

Aragazul tiuie aievea, sunete de gaz palpait prin instalatie. Arunc un ibric pe ochiul aprins, potrivesc cateva plante cu efecte vindecatoare si le innec in apa clorinata de la chiuveta.

Mergand cu durere, ca o bolnava fara scapare, rabatez geamul scrutand o privire asupra tabloului tomnatic. Dintr-o data, ca dintr-o alta lume mi se infatiseaza un film alb-negru,  cu sunete infundate de copii obraznici si galagiosi, schelalait de caini vagabonzi si ciori aiurite.

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Dupa o baie prea fierbinte ma las prada ceaiului aburind si pastilelor cu efect prea intarziat, prea slabe pentru afectiunea ce m-a invrajbit.

Este duminica, si saptamana atarna in tic-tacul catorva minute si secunde.

Dar va veni si saptamana viitoare… .

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(Google pics sursa)

English version

I wanted to open my eyes, but a pain covered me from nowhere. A few creeps crossed my back, and my whole body was shivering.

I try to move but my body is trapped in a cage and I can only move it through hard attempts. The invisible weights capture my legs and hands, and the heavy chains press on my chest.

In the eyes I feel acid, they are hurting me. The eyelids hang on me like cumbersome and when I blink, the head sends me signals through tortuous vibrations.

Harsh tears blaze my face for no reason, and my skin irritates. My nose is captive, I feel it loaded and unkempt.

I want to say some words, I want to ask for help, but my voice is inactive, the vocal cords are slowed down by a virus and they are able to make a tingle and whisper sound: I got a cold …!

With all my power I get up from the bed that seems to pull me back, with solid and secure nets. The knees tremble, my head is overwhelmed and the vision blurred; the whole body is swallowed up by the symptoms of the disease and I … I’m the a helpless slave.

The gas cooker sounded, gas flashed through the plant. I throw a jar on the burning eye, match some plants with healing effects, and drown them in chlorinated water from the sink.

Walking painfully, like a sick man with no escapes, I open the window and take a look at the tomnatic painting. At some point, like a new world, I’m seeing a black-and-white movie, cluttered with tumultuous and noisy kids,  scaffolding stray dogs and vicious crows.

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After a too hot bath I let myself pray to the steamy tea and the pills with too late effect, too weak for the affection that invaded me.

It’s Sunday, last week lays in the tic-tacs of a few minutes and seconds.

But next week will come too…. .