Merged games:
>Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep, on her blog 'Reflections'
(discovered on Esha's blog), with the word prompt 'REVIVE'.
>Duzina de cuvinte - propusa de Carmen - (The Dozen words, proposed by Carmen):
vremelnicie, smaragdine, inspira, tacerile, cristalizat, iradiind, sclipit, pribegi, arhaic,
sperantelor, aluneca, inexprimabilul.
ephemerality, emeralds-green, inspire, silences, crystallized, radiating, sparkling,
wandering, archaic, hopes, glide, inexpressible.
As I said before, the days with administrative work inspire me in a very strange way,
radiating ideas that no matter how much I wander through the meanders of books or the net,
I could not have. Or at least not so suddenly crystallized. It is as if the silences archaically
present in me, or maybe the inexpressible in my body, slide to find a way out to the surface.
And it is very good that this is happening. Because who knows what unknown emotions are
hidden. It would be desirable for me to know them too, so that I could give up hopes that there
will not be some spark generating explosions, which I do not know if I could manage.
We recently went to some friends, to help them install a garden sprinkler system.
The emerald-green surfaces of the area were temporarily interrupted by some ditches, which
were to hide the piping.
What first struck me, were the roots of two paulownia trees located at a distance from the
trunks that had been cut down for some time. Flexible, they looked like bundles of fibers.
But even more interesting were the sprouts that appeared in the cut trunks, as if they were
preparing to revive. And they did so with force.
We must not doubt the miracles of the nature and the lessons offered so naturally...
Parca am mai spus, ca zilele cu administrative ma inspira fintr-un mod foarte ciudat, iradiind
idei pe care oricat as pribegi prin meandrele cartilor sau netului, nu le-as putea avea.
Sau cel putin nu atat de brusc cristalizat. E ca si cum tacerile prezente arhaic in mine, sau
poate inexprimabilul din trupu-mi, aluneca pentru a-si gasi o cale de iesire la suprafata.
Si este foarte bine ca se intampla asta. Pentru ca cine mai stie ce emotii necunoscute stau
ascunse. Ar fi de dorit sa le stiu si eu, pentru a putea da frau sperantelor ca nu se va produce
vreun sclipit generator de explozii, pe care nu stiu daca le-as putea gestiona.
Am fost recent la niste prieteni, sa-i ajutam sa monteze un sistem de stropire a gradinii.
Suprafetele smaragdine ale zonei au fost cu vremelnicie intrerupte de niste santuri, ce urmau
sa ascunda tubulatura. Ceea ce m-a frapat prima data au fost radacinile a doi copaci pavlovnia
(sau paulownia) aflate la distanta de trunchiurile taiate de ceva timp. Flexibile, aratau ca niste
manunchiuri de fibre. Insa si mai interesant au fost lastarii aparuti in trunchiurile retezate,
ca si cum acestea se pregateau sa reinvie. Si o faceau in forta.
Nu trebuie sa ne indoim de miracolele naturii si de lectiile oferite atat de firesc...
# Fiction Monday (256) - Experimenting life
Duzina de cuvinte (8) - editie noua - O duzina incalcita
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