Despre mine…despre mine…hmmm…fluturi! Da! Fluturi!
Am in fata o pagina goala si in dreapta o cafea, de o dimensiune nesimtita si fara zahar, ca altfel nu se poate. Ma gandesc sa iti povestesc despre mine si nu-mi vine altceva in minte decat urmatorul cuvant: “fluturi”.

Ciudat, huh ? Deloc.

Acu’ ceva vreme stateam de vorba cu cineva despre vrute si nevrute. La un moment dat mi-a pus in mana un manunchi de creioane colorate si o coala alba si mi-a spus: “deseneaza-te!”. I-am zambit ironic. Mi se parea cea mai stupida chestie pe care mi-o ceruse cineva vreodata. “Deseneaza-te odata! Un simbol, orice, prima chestie care iti vine in minte!”.Am realizat ca nu prea am cum sa dau inapoi si cu cea mai mare lehamite am luat culorile si foaia, m-am gandit 2 secunde si m-am pus pe treaba. Fiscaleam. Habar nu aveam ce vreau sa desenez. In continuare mi se parea stupid. Dar la un moment dat m-am afundat in ganduri si fara sa-mi dau seama am inceput sa caut culori… Rosul era prea rosu, albastrul prea inchis, verdele prea strident…pana am gasit-o pe cea potrivita. Desenam. Linii, cercuri, bucle… parca ma desprinsesem de realitate si simteam cum prind contur. Am desenat, am corectat, am colorat. Gata! Cu un zambet (satisfacut de data asta), i-am intins foaia.

About me … about me … hmmm … butterflies! Yes! Butterflies!
With an empty page in front of me and a huge sugar-free coffee in my hand,  I try to write something about me and the only word that comes to my mind is “butterflies”.

Strange, huh? Well…not really.

A few years ago, after a very interesting conversation, someone told me: “Draw yourself!”. I smiled ironically. It seemed to me the stupidest thing someone had ever asked me. But as I realized that there’s no way say no, I took the colors and the white sheet that she gave me, I thought about 2 seconds and started to draw. At first, it was pointless. I had no idea about what I wanted to draw. I still thought it was stupid. But at some point, I sank into my thoughts and without realizing I started looking for colors … The red was too red, the blue too dark, the green too strident … until I found the right one. I was drawing. Lines, circles, loops … I felt like I some sort of trance and without really realizing it all started to make sense. I drew, I corrected, I colored. Ready! With a smile (satisfied this time), I showed her that sheet.


“Un fluture???”
“De ce???”
Pauza… De ce? A naibii de buna intrebarea. Mi-a zis sa desenez primul gand si ala a fost. I-am facut pe plac si tot nu era multumita. De ce? Deja incepea sa ma enerveze jocul asta. De ce???
Ei bine, fluture!

“A butterfly???”
“But why?”
Pause…why? That was a hell of a question! She told me to draw and this was the first thing that came to my mind. I played the game but she wasn’t satisfied yet… and this started to piss me off a little. But her question was a good one…why?
Oh well…let me tell you why.


Poate ca nu sunt inca dar o sa fiu. Nu neaparat cel mai mare, mai colorat si mai frumos, dar cu siguranta unul asa cum n-ai mai vazut, despre care ai auzit, ti-ai dorit mereu sa-l intalnesti si nu ai incetat niciodata sa speri ca el exista. Si sunt sigura de asta. Sunt sigura ca va veni ziua in care voi iesi din cocon si voi fi ceea ce mi-am imaginat eu dintotdeauna, ceea ce am visat de mic copil. Probabil te intrebi ce anume, dar sa nu ne pierdem in detalii. Ce farmec ar mai avea daca ti-as pune totul pe tava asa deodata? Unde ar mai fi misterul, bucuria descoperirii? Iti promit ca va veni ziua in care vei fi martorul transformarii mele si sper sa te bucuri impreuna cu mine pentru asta. Pana atunci, iti zic doar ca stiu, vreau si pot. Asta e tot ce conteaza.

Fluture pentru ca imi place soarele, caldura si vara. Pentru ca 40 de grade ma trezesc la viata si tot ce e cu minus imi ingheata aripile.
Fluture pentru ca traiesc si ma hranesc din frumos. Pentru ca iti zambesc si te iubesc cand imi zambesti inapoi.

Fluture pentru ca imi place sa zbor, sa fiu libera sa plec si sa ma intorc in locurile in care iubesc si care imi dau viata. Pentru ca ma plictisesc repede, pentru ca nu suport limitele si ingradirile, pentru ca imi place necunoscutul si tot ce e nou.

Fluture pentru ca am dansul scris in suflet si asta imi da aripi.

Maybe I’m not yet, but I will be. Not necessarily the largest, the most colorful or the most beautiful one, but certainly that kind that you never saw but you’ve always wanted to meet, and you never ceased to hope it exists. And I’m sure of that. I’m sure the day will come, the day when I’ll get out of my cocoon, becoming what I’ve always imagined, what I used dreamed of when I was just a little child. You probably wonder what, but let’s not ruin the joy of discovery and keep the mistery for later. Until then, I just tell you that I know, I want and I can. This is all that matters.

Butterfly because I love the sun, the heat and the summer. Because 40 degrees will always wake me up to life and everything beyond zero will freeze my wings.
Butterfly because I live and feed me out of beauty. Because I smile and love you when you smile back.

Butterfly because I like to fly, to be free to go and to return to all the places that I love and make me feel alive. Because I get bored fast, because I can’t stand the limits and the rules, because I like exploring the unknown and get excited about everything that’s new.

Butterfly because I have the dance written in my soul and that gives me wings.

Fluture pentru ca sunt sensibila si uneori ma tem ca m-ai putea strivi. Dar stiu ca pot sa zbor si ca doar daca te-as lasa ai putea sa faci asta.

Fluture pentru ca nu as putea trai in captivitate, pentru ca nu imi imaginez o viata dictata de altii.

Fluture pentru ca stiu ca timpu-i limitat si ma grabesc sa ajung peste tot si sa fac cat mai multe.

Fluturi pentru ca imi place sa ii simt in stomac, pentru ca nu imi pot imagina viata fara sentimente si emotii… multe, variate, intense,care macina, care construiesc, care inalta.

Pentru ca vreau sa-mi flutur mana in semn de bine ai venit spre fericire si de adio spre orice suparare sau tristete.

Pentru ca nu-mi place sa imi fluturi in fata vorbe, reprosuri, ganduri fara rost.

Pentru ca nu exista dimineata in care sa ma trezesc fara sa numar zilele pana cand parul imi va flutura in vant undeva la malul marii.

Pentru ca am decis sa imi pun pe tava toti fluturii si sper ca o sa-i gusti cu placere si ca o sa iti inunde stomacul.

Cu fluturi, despre fluturi, pentru fluturi,

Butterfly because I’m sensitive and sometimes I’m afraid that you could crush me. But I also know that I can fly and that only if I’d let you, you could do that.

Butterfly because I can’t live in captivity because I do not imagine a life dictated by the others.

Butterfly because I know my time is limited, so I never miss a chance to do the things I want to do.

Butterflies because I like to feel them in my stomach because I can not imagine my life without feelings and emotions … many, varied, intense, grinding, building, raising.

Because I want to wave my wings as a sign of welcome to happiness and goodbye to sadness.

Because I hate it when you wave your empty words, reproaches and all those pointless thoughts straight in my face.

Because I decided to put all my butterflies on the tray, hoping this will also give you butterflies.

With butterflies, about butterflies, for butterflies,

Photo: Valentin David

11 thoughts on “Fluturi”

  1. interesant pe langa frumusete ai si un suflet frumos devii interesanta . si ai si un story in minte destul de bun . m-am chinuit sa citesc tot ce ai scris mi-a fost greu dar mi-a placut ce am citit .


  2. ”e atât de simplu…
    cum îți vei strânge părul
    la ceafă, spre săruturi,
    la fel și universuri
    se vor zdrobi de fluturi”


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