Decembrie
Te uita cum ninge decembre...
Spre geamuri, iubito, priveste -
Mai spune s-aduca jaratec
Si focul s-aud cum trosneste.
Si mana fotoliul spre soba,
La horn sa aud vijelia,
Sau zilele mele - totuna -
As vrea sa le invat simfonia.
Mai spune s-aduca si ceaiul,
Si vino si tu mai aproape, -
Citeste-mi ceva de la poluri,
Sa ninga... zapada ne-ngroape
Ce cald e aicea la tine,
Si toate din casa mi-s sfinte, -
Te uita cum ninge decembre...
Nu rade... citeste-nainte.
E ziua si ce intuneric...
Mai spune s-aduca si lampa -
Te uita zapada-i cat gardul,
Si-a prins promoroaca si clampa.
Eu nu ma mai duca azi acasa...
Potop e-napoi si nainte,
Te uita cum ninge decembre...
Nu rade... citeste nainte.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” By Marianne Williamson