A blank page, a blank canvas, how many stories can they generate?
Eventually, everything starts from a seemingly empty area that we want to
personalize and which will be the beginning of the journey, whatever that
may be. That space is waiting to be filled with thoughts or colors.
It's hard until we start.
We are somehow waiting for the moment of grace that triggers the release.
Maybe not when we want to, but if we want to, it certainly comes.
And then, the page fills with words whose flow begins to make sense and the
canvas fills with colors scattering metaphors.
The blank space is filled and we are somehow empty.
Reading and looking we ask ourselves how the transformation was possible,
as if we can not believe that we did it!

O pagina goala, o panza goala, oare cate povesti pot genera?
Pana la urma totul incepe cumva dintr-o zona aparent fara continut , pe care
dorim sa o personalizam si care sa fie inceputul calatoriei, oricare ar fi aceasta.
Spatiul acela asteapta sa se umple de ganduri sau culori. E greu pana incepem.
Asteptam cumva momentul de gratie care declanseaza eliberarea. Poate ca nu
atunci cand ne dorim, dar daca ne dorim, el cu siguranta vine.
Si atunci pagina se umple de cuvinte a caror curgere incepe sa capete sens,
iar panza se umple de culori imprastiind metafore.
Spatiul gol s-a umplut si noi ne simtim cumva goliti.
Citind si privind ne intrebam cum a fost posibila transformarea,
de parca nu ne vine sa credem ca noi am fost cei care au realizat-o!

#Fiction Monday (33) - A painting