apara-ne mai ciobane, ca ne da lupii tarcoale

Dragii mei,
Aleg ca si eu prin niste randuri sa fiu alaturi de voi si problemelor noastre.

Nu am cum si nici nu vreau sa imi ascund sentimetele de bucurie si mandrie fata de nationalitatea mea, cultura si tara de unde provin.
In aceste zile, m-au incercat fel si fel de sentimente. Citesc in continuu diferite postari de ale jurnalistilor sau oamenilor simpli ca mine si ca tine. De fiecare data cand deschid un tab nou cu vreo stire, imi dau lacrimile. Privirea mi se intetoseaza cand vad imaginile pline de oameni cu speranta in suflet si ravnirea in minte.
Respect!
Respect pentru tine, tata. Respect pentru tine, mama.
V-ati lasat copii in strada sa lupte pentru viitorul lor si al nepotilor vostrii. V-ati inghiti lacrimile atunci cand ati vazut ca educatia primita acasa nu a dat gresi, ba chiar mai mult, sunteti mandrii de ei ca au curajul sa spuna STOP si sa puna piciorul in prag asa cum ati facut-o voi la varsta lor. Stim cu toti ca puterile va sunt sleite dar suntem aici noi, sa luptam si pentru voi.
Sarumana mama, sarumana tata.

Multumim pentru ca existati si ne-ati crescut cum ati stiut mai bine in sistemul infect. Voi sunteti adevarati eroi. Ati reusit sa ne insuflati patriotism in inima coruptiei si iubirea de viata atunci cand nu exista nici macar o farama de speranta ca maine va mai venii.

Si lacrimez.

12189671_1034419033265876_6627749857203411915_n(1)Vad randurile scrise de un tata cu suflet sfasiat.

Si mi-am dat seama…acest om, e tatal meu, tatal tau, si a fiecaruia dintre noi care,pentru acel vis inalt am ales calea cea grea, de a pleca de acasa.

Acest om e si mama mea si a voastra de asemenea. Suflet sfasiat de durere, plans si plin de riduri dureroase, ca nu are puterea sa faca mai mult.

Obligata de vise si dorinte mari, am plecat de langa ei. SI acum ii vad cu zambetul pe buze si sufletul plans dar cu multa speranta ca imi va fi mai bine. Si imi e. Au avut dreptate din pacate…

Sper ca rezultatul acesto momente grele sa ii faca sa se mai gandeasca…si nu doar parintii mei, ci si ai tai.

asdrftyuiSi lacrimez…

English:

My dears,
I choose for myself through this moments to be with you and our problems.
I can not and do not want to hide my joy and pride regarding my nationality, culture and country of origin.
These days, I have tried all sorts of feelings. Continuously reading different posts written by journalists or ordinary people like me and you. Every time I open a new tab with any news, I fall in tears. I got my eyes red when I see those pictures with people filled with hope in their hearts.
Respect!
Respect for you, Dad. Respect for you, Mom.
You let your children in the street to fight for their future and yours / their grandchildren. You swallow in tears when you see the given education has not failed and even more, you are proud of them that they have the courage to say STOP as you did it for yourself at their age. We all know that the your power is exhausted but we will be here to fight for you as well.
Father, I kiss your hand. Mother I kiss your hand.
Thank you for your existence and because you have grown me as you knew better in the infected system. You are the true heroes. You managed to instill patriotism in the heart of corruption and love of life when there is not even a shred of hope that tomorrow will come.
And tears.
I see lines written by a father with a torn soul.
And I realized … this man is my father, your father, and all of us who have chosen the higher dream in the the hard way, by leaving home.
This man is my mother and yours too. With a soul torn with pain, crying and full of painful wrinkles , and thought that she does not have the power to do more.
Forced by big dreams and desires, I went far from them. And I saw them smiling and with crying soul but with much hope that I will be better. And I am. They were right, unfortunately

I hope that the outcome of these difficult times to make them think again … not only my parents but also yours.
With respect,

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