Chemarea desertului

În deşert, se zice, nu se duc decât îndrăgostiţii şi nebunii. Eu mai cunosc o categorie, în care mă includ. Cei care nu se descurcă prea bine în vacarm şi tânjesc după un loc de unde, speriindu-se de izolare, să se întoarcă pocăiţi în societate.   -Drumuri prin memorie, Octavian Paler

Ador desertul,  vast si inspaimantator prin lipsa lui de contururi;  umbrele oamenilor pe nisip, trecatoare, miscatoare sub miscarea soarelui;  senzatia usoara de scufundare, cu fiecare pas; linistea si caldura coplesitoare ce te doboara cu  fiecare miscare; senzatia hainelor sub adierea usoara a vantului ce te arde mai mult decat te racoreste, mirosul uscat, etern al nisipului;

Desertul ma trezeste la viata, e singura mare in care indraznesc sa ma avant, fara sa stiu sa inot. E inspaimantator, etern si tacut. Insa e singura tacere pe care o pot intelege.  E singura tacere dupa care tanjesc. A unui martor tacut, intelept ce a modelat milenii de istorie.

In desert iti apartii total. Tacerea te obliga la tacere. Esti fata in fata cu propriul destin, cu fiecare pas ce se afunda in nisip. Esti prea tanar, ca se te simti atat de batran. Nisipul ti se scurge printre degete, precum amintirile. Certitudini? Nu aici e locul in care sa le cauti. Aici doar le pierzi. Din cand in cand,  privesti speriat peste umar in urma, ca sa iti verifici reperul fix. E blurat, ca intotdeauna.

Ai putea merge mai departe, insa sunetele  civilizatiei se pierd in vant cu fiecare nou pas. Spre linistea sufletului ratacit.   

High on my own dune:) in Liwa desert

High on my own dune:) in Liwa desert

Sunset over the dunes, Liwa desert, UAE

Sunset over the dunes, Liwa desert, UAE

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ENGLISH VERSION

Only lovers and fools go in the desert, they say. But I know another category, in which I belong. Those who are not doing well in an uproar world and yearn for a isolated place, so they could return repentant to society. Octavian Paler

I love the desert, vast and terrifying by his lack of contours; the human shadows on the sand, passing, moving with the sun ; the slight feeling of immersion, with each step ; overwhelming tranquility and warmth you're down with every move; clothes trembling gentle in the breeze of the wind as you burns you more than it refreshes you; the smell of dry, eternal sand ;

Desert awakes me, it's the only sea I dare to soar in, without knowing how to swim.It's scary, eternal and silent. But that’s the only silence I can understand. A silent witness, wise, that shaped millennia of history.

In the desert you belong to yourself completely. Silence forces you to silence. You're face to face with your own destiny with every step descending into sand. You're too young and still feel very old. The sand is running through your fingers, like memories. Certainties? This is not the place to look for. This is the place to loose them. From time to time, you look back over your shoulder, just to check you landmark sign. It’s blurred, as always.

You could go on, but the sounds of civilization are lost in the wind with every step you go further more. For the peace of wandering mind.

 

 

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