Unde am fugit atat(a) timp ?

Unde am zacut inghetata,ca o musculita,iarna? De ce am fugit mereu de soare si m-am adapostit,crezand ca e mai bine?
Mi-a fost frica.Recunosc,chiar asa a fost.De ce ? De mine,de cei din jur,de schimbari,de dor,de singuratate,de esec,de lacrimi.Am zabovit atat de mult timp intr-un loc plin de zbucium.M-am pierdut in lumea din afara,in "maturitate". ( ?? ma simt inca un copil.. ); am uitat sa mai dau pe acasa. tot am umblat si am umblat.. pana cand am realizat! trebuie sa ma intorc la mine insami,la ceea ce sunt eu, la eul meu liric,epic ( si dramatic,uneori).
Si azi am zis : ma intorc de unde am plecat! infrunt viata,ma las in voia sortii si scriu sincer ca am redevenit eu.


I found you and I lost you,
All on a gleaming day.
The day was filled with sunshine,
And the land was full of May.

A golden bird was singing
Its melody divine,
I found you and I loved you,
And all the world was mine.

I found you and I lost you,
All on a golden day,
But when I dream of you, dear,
It is always brimming May. (Paul Laurence Dunbar)