A day in the past ...
by Ciprian Pantea
"Time is like a dandelion flake. You see the flake flying free and the warm summer wind and suddenly disappears in the big blue sky, as if it never existed. If by chance you capture it, will be just in some old photo or in your memory. The moment was there but it stopped to exist. It was the last beating of it’s heart."
Have ever tried to wear the clots of your parents or of your grandparents? Yes! Those old clots that have a strange smell and that lie somewhere in the attic or in some limber box. There where nobody bothers to go, except when we need something, we don’t find the thing that we are looking for but you we wake up in some mysterious world surrounded by old things that you don’t quite remember of. And you realize that it was a time when the things were different. Different habits, different clots and slowly you start to remember the old stories of your parents or your grandparents and you think of some ways to get in touch with that world.
Well the sad part is that we can’t actually go in that world. We can pretend that we are in that time of old. This is what we did and for a moment we felt in that time. With those old clots that give you the smell of ancient, with that old car that made us think of old times and past memories.
It was one day of actually acknowledged the importance of memories and past times…
Try it once and I bet you will try it again!!! We will for sure!!!
