zilele trecute mi-a trecut pe la urechi o fraza banala, “eram tineri” spunea cineva la tv, si m-a izbit brusc, neasteptat de puternic.
eram si nu mai suntem. am inchis tineretea intr-un trecut imperfect.
“eram tineri” – renuntare, justificare, regret.
“[…] Yesterday, when I was young,
The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue,
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned,
I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand,
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day,
And only now, I see, how the years ran away […]”
pe aceeasi linie, un site foarte misto (de unde am luat si poza de mai sus) – “your parents (and grandparents) were once free-wheeling, fashion-forward, and super awesome.”
yes, they were.