#Fiction Monday (70) A memory from the seaside O amintire de pe litoral

I remember that being a kid I went in a holiday at the seaside.
And a man looked for some stones on the beach and on the dike.
From time to time, when he picked up bigger ones, he smashed them
in a concentrated effort, on the hard surfaces of the dike.
After that, he chose some of the pieces and left with them.
I was curious to see the area of smashed stones.?
It was full of small shiny bits...
... I wish to have the power of smashing the false reality around us
and arrive to the light from behind, because I know it is there!

Imi amintesc cand copil fiind, am fost intr-o vacanta la mare.
Si un barbat cauta anumite pietre pe plaja si pe dig.
Din cand in cand, cand ridica unele mai mari, le sfarama intr-un efort
concentrat, pe suprafetele dure ale digului.
Dupa aceea, a ales cateva bucati si a plecat cu ele.
Am fost curioasa sa vad zona cu pietrele sparte.?
Era plina de bucatele stralucitoare...

... Imi doresc sa am puterea sa sparg falsa realitate din jurul nostru
si sa ajung la lumina din spate, pentru ca stiu ca este acolo!