Povestea curateniei

Povestea curateniei, varianta adaptata la realitatea de la noi din casa.

Povestire: Mama.
Intreruperi: eu si a mea verisoara.

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Cantece

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In continuare avem un mix din urmatoarele cantece cantece: In padurea cu alune, Bate vantul frunzele, Podul de piatra, Frere Jacques, Ma iubeste femeile, Pisicutza pis pis pis, 1 Mai muncitoresc.

Voce: mama.
Intreruperi: eu cu a mea verisoara.

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Praslea cel voinic

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Povestire: frumi de mama.

Intreruperi: eu.

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Capra cu 3 iezi

Povestitre: mama

Intreruperi : eu

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Mischief

In the morning sun I lay
Boiling, all around me
Explosions, heat
Reviving me
Set me to destruction.

People worship,
Pray for me
To come heat their frozen lands;
They see me pretty,
Yellow, even colour me
With a smile on my face.
And smile I do,
with all my grace
Scheming, sneaky,
little bastard
All my thoughts are for disaster.

They don’t know a thing so far
Wishing on an evil star.

In miez de noapte

Intr-o camera intunecata la subsol sau intr-un tunel.

El si ea.

Ea preocupata sa-si aranjeze marginile fustei/rochiei.

El o intreaba: “Ce-ai vrea sa-ti zic?”

Ea, ridica privirea, si-l vede privind-o amuzat.

“Nu stiu… minte-ma.”

Sta putin, un gand ii trece prin minte si zambeste.

“Minte-ma….dar nu frumos.”

Amandoi incep sa rada.

The caged-one’s plea (part I)

Little key, little key,
Come back here and set me free.
Open up and let me breathe
Little air is all I need.

This place is dark,
with ghosts and voices
and I get scared of random noises.

Of sun and freedom I often dream,
lying in a sunshine beam,
feeling joy and love and peace
Not entrapped in dark, like this.

But where you are I do not know
And here I stand now all alone
In a corner, thinking, lost,
Of a feeling wanted most.

Is it love or mere desire?
When the soul
is bathed in fire,
When it seeks another one
To melt with it
And form a bond.
Of happiness and long time near.
Of loneliness to never fear.

Yet isolated here I stay,
Afraid for her and that you stray
Away from here, away from us
My freedom lost,  and so is hers.

For she awaits, to set me free
Your help we need,
Our little key.

Rest…

…again and again and again….

She’s spinning. She knows she must stop. But it’s a nice feeling. Seeing the world spinning round and round. She isn’t sick yet. So she enjoys it, while she can.

She spins for one more time, and then she falls down in the grass. Her heart is beating so loudly she can feel it beating in her head. It’s the only thing she can hear. And as she struggles to breathe, she begins to laugh. Slowly at first, timid, and then louder and louder. After all, no one can hear her.

She ran away. She left it and them behind and ran, because she needed the respite. Needed to do this on her own.

She is happy. The stars wink at her, part of her joy, part of her secret. She is alone, in a distant place, where there is no noise, no distractions, where the sky is clear, and the air is free.

Here she can forget for a little while. Let go of the worries. She doesn’t think about heartaches, about what might have been, about other people, about time passing away. Here she is selfish.

Here she relaxes. She breathes deeply as her heart starts to slow down and she sighs. Now she can hear the little sounds around her. The crickets, how the grass moves in the wind, the wind itself. This is a nice feeling. Carefree. Peaceful. Smiling…

She closes her eyes and lets the other senses enjoy. Lets the dead grass tickle her. Makes a rhythm out of the crickets’ song. And she lets go.

She’s been waiting for this moment for a while now, and she is sorry that she didn’t get to enjoy the feeling with someone else before..

She knows that it was bound to happen,  that all the roads eventually ended up here.

And with her eyes closed, she takes one more breath and lets it all go.

Were you real?

Lying in bed, sleeping. Almost waking up, but not quite. There’s a sun ray, that managed to escape through the curtain and has landed on me. I scrunch my eyes, not wanting to open them, thus starting the day. I want to stay here, in slumber.

I turn away from the light, not acknowledging its presence, and I see you.

You’re next to me on the bed, sleeping as well. Lying twisted, half on your stomach, half turned toward me with your arm stretched, missing me by a centimeter. As if you tried reaching for me and I shied away, uncertain. But still you left your arm there to reassure me and let me know you’re still there in case I changed my mind.

And I do change my mind, because I take your hand and let it rest on my waist, surrounding me,  as I get closer to you. Closer to your warmth, because I missed it throughout the night. As much as I’ve missed you.

But I stay in your embrace and enjoy the feeling of your nearness, closing my eyes in the process. And as my hands get around you, I start placing small kisses on your chest, and slowly making my way up on your neck, towards your mouth, where I stop, hovering…

And as I slowly open my eyes to better see you, you open yours slightly and smile at me.  And just as I start to smile back at you, I close my eyes, blink and you’re gone. Dissipated in the morning light. And it makes me wonder…

Were you even there?

Were you real?

Frenzy

The streets are wet and lonely. From their place on the roof of the building they see here and there few people that ventured out. They see the loneliness, the hurry and the troubled minds in their tightly wrapped clothes, with the collar raised high, their hands in pockets and stiff posture.

But they don’t ponder about the others, because they begin walking away from the roof. There’s a difference in the night air that they cannot ignore. They walk as one, same movements, same steps, ignored by those who just moments ago were their focus point.

They all have the same destination in their hearts, and the low beat of the music, barely heard on the streets, draws them in.

Tonight is a different night from a thousand others, as they see the energy emanating from the dancefloor. A new Song starts and they begin moving in the direction of the others. The vibe flows among each and every one of them, caressing, as they move to the rhythm.

As the Song progresses the crowd moves as one, each feeling the need for release. The bodies move in unison, spinning, touching, rubbing, sweating, each to their own self, as the energy around the place rises and begins to hum in accordance.

The beat becomes stronger, more prominent and defined in its sounds. The Song becomes their bodies, the rhythm their pounding hearts. It controls the changes as it embraces and strengthens the connections.

As the climax gets closer and closer, they begin to differentiate from one another in their frenzy.

The faces start to change, the eye sockets getting darker until only the eyes are visible as they begin to glow iridescently.
Their lips get thinner as their teeth sharpen up, thus deforming the jaw bone making it wider.
The hair recedes in some, while in other it grows along with changing the bland colours to shades of red, strong crimson or deep purple mixed with black.
Some of them even grow black, twisted horns, or bat-like wings.
Their fingers lengthen and talons are formed, their black colour extending upwards toward the knuckles.

In the moment of climax all of them have changed, and now the dancefloor is completely different. Where they were once as one, now they stand apart in their uniqueness but still dancing and riding the wave of the Song, the darker vibes that now blend creating an atmosphere of freedom and power, mixed with lust and afterglow.

All of them enjoy the release, because this is their only way to get rid of their pent up emotions, and powers. This is the place where they are being helped to evolve and mature and cleanse with the new wave of energy. Where they feel free to show themselves with no restraint and no consequences.

And as the Song begins to end everyone returns to their former way, but not in retreat, nor shyness. They all recognize each other in a more intimate way, even more intimate than the physical.

And so, with knowing eyes and small smiles they must part and wait for the next time the Song will embrace them again.