Cat de mult m-am schimbat in ultimii ani
Ieri, in timp ce zburam cu avionul spre Bucuresti, m-am gandit mult la tata. Asa ca, printre nori fiind si eu, mi-am dat seama cu amaraciune ca el nu m-a mai prins asa, schimbata dupa ce am devenit mama, dupa ce am trecut pragul de 30 de ani si chiar dupa ce a murit el. Toate aceste evidente au contribuit, nu pot sa spun fiecare in ce masura, la schimbarea mea. Dar cred ca sunt un om mai misto acum. As fi vrut sa vorbesc cum sunt acum cu tata. Oare as fi facut-o sau nu asa cum imi imaginez, daca ar fi continuat sa traiasca pana la adanci batraneti?
EN: Yesterday, as I was flying back to Bucharest, I thought a lot about my father. Being among the clouds myself, I bitterly realized he never got to see me like this, changed after I became a mother, after turning 30 and even after he died. All these evidences have somehow contributed, I can’t say how much each of them, to my change. But I think I am a cooler person now. I would have liked to talk to my dad as I am now. I wonder if I would have done it like I imagine it or not, if he would have lived to be old and grey?
