Fata cu parul de foc/The girl with hair like fire

De cum s-a trezit, fata cu parul de foc a simtit multumire gandindu-se la cum avea sa decurga ziua. Isi dorea liniste, vroia sa-si inteleaga gandurile grabite, iar singurul loc in care putea sa cugete era natura.

Simti gustul liberatatii imediat ce ajunsese in lanul de grau. Campia ii era surata, soarele confident, iar greierii spectatorii frumusetii ei. Nu erau putine zilele in care se refugia in lanul de grau, se intinse incet pe patura uscata de spice si privi norii pufosi si usor cenusii. Cerul i se parea atat de aproape nestiind ca acesta reprezinta puntea dintre realitate si vis. Fata cu parul de foc incepe sa mediteze sfidand astfel lumea lasata in urma, punanad in balanta evenimente recente si dandu-si seama ca cererea si oferta se intalnisera intr-un mod fericit.

Soarele serii stralucea cu o intensitate care anunta disparitia lui inevitabila, lumina lui piersicie reflecatandu-se pe chipul fetei. Ceasurile treceau, iar jocul norilor devenea din ce in ce mai agitat. Pierduta in visare simti cateva picaturi pe obraji, nu era sudoare, nu erau lacrimile ei…erau lacrimile norilor. In sfarsit pamanatul insetat de ape era fericit!

Isi lua palaria si se indrepta spre casa. Nu se grabea caci dorea sa-i fie confidenta naturii privind dezlantuirea ei.

 As she woke up, the girl with hair like fire felt happy thinking about how the day would go. She wanted peace, wanted to understand his hasty thoughts,and the only place she could think was in nature.

She could feel the taste of freedom as soon as it reached the wheat field. The plain was her sister, the sun was her confident, and the crickets the spectators of her beauty. There were many days when she took refuge in the wheat field, she lay down slowly on the dry bed of wheat and looked at the fluffy, slightly gray clouds. The sky seemed so close to her not knowing that it was the bridge between reality and dream. The girl with hair like fire begins to meditate, thus defying the world left behind, weighs recent events
and she realizes that supply and demand had met in a happy way.

99c8e4The evening sun shone with an intensity that announced its inevitable disappearance,his peach light reflected off her face. The hours passed, and the play of the clouds became more and more agitated.
Lost in dreaming, the girl feels a few drops on her cheeks, there was no sweat, it wasn’t her tears…there were the tears of the clouds. At lest, the land thirsty for water was happy!

She took her hat and headed for the house. She  was in no hurry because she wanted to be confident in nature on its unleashing.