FOR THE CHILD WITHIN ME

The 3rd of July 2009. It was pouring in Bucharest. It was a storm by all means. A summer rain with lightnings and thunders and a pretty strong wind. It was exactly how I've wished a couple of days before. So, here I am. My wish came true.

I was returning home and it was about 8.30 PM. As I was getting out from the subway I felt the rain - the air smelled like rain. All people were trying to find shelter somehow, but no Mister, not me! Wherever you would've found the shelter the rain would've got you. Mister Wind took care of that particular matter. While escalators were carrying me to the surface I've prepared my umbrella and with a big smile upon my face I said to myself "That's perfect! This is exactly what I've wished for few days ago!" I haven't hesitated for a second. I've opened my umbrella and started to walk very relaxed through the storm. In a very short while my shoes were like two full of water boats in the middle of the lake. So I thought - why am I trying to avoid all the puddles? It is useless anyway! I knew very well the sidewalk because that is the road to my workplace and I was pretty sure there are no gaps in the sidewalk. The street was empty. All people found shelter somewhere. My Caribbean blue umbrella had a pure aesthetic role in that frenzy of nature. Until I reached the corner of the street the storm got mad, very mad. That made me smile a little more: "So! That's your revenge for defying you, for not being afraid of you?!Is this all that you can!". I've let myself hit by those big drops that were coming from all over. The child within me was ecstatic. I couldn't remember last time I was walking in the rain. I was a kid and I couldn't care less if my T-shirt and my socks were soaking wet.

I tried to challenge a little the storm and I thought it will be fun to hide for a while in a gang. It was in vain! A gust of wind has projected the raindrops on my back saying "Don't run away from me! I will get you anyway!". For a moment I thought to hide from it, but no! A game is a game! Either you play it or you stay home. So I raised the stake and closed my umbrella.

I felt so good! I was like shouting "Where are all the kids? Why isn't anybody dancing in the rain?".

This rain was like washing away all my worries, all the tension.

That day was for me a day for the child I was, that I forgot to be, to the child I will learn to be... again. A child without worries, a child that loves and enjoys life and a child who's only purpose is to find little treasures.

LARA FABIAN - Mistral Gagnant

note: Mistral Gagnant are some candy with a surprise in it just like lottery tickets - winners or not.

"It is said that our souls are waiting for a while before coming back at Earth
So it is said
I'm thinking sometimes about the child within me
And about waiting
And about being afraid for it...
 
To sit on a bench five minutes, with you
To watch all people as many as they are here
To tell you about the past and the future
To take in my hand your little fingers
And after that to feed the stupid pigeons
until they'll swell
To follow them
To hear your laugh that makes the walls shake
That knows how to heal my wounds
To tell you a little how was when I was a child
About the wonderful lollipops that we were stolen from the seller
The jelly and the mint candy, and the caramel candy for one franc
And the winning Mistrals.


To walk with you through the rain for five minutes
To see the life as it is
To tell you about the Earth until you get so amazed
To tell you also about your mother
And then to jump into puddles and make you grumble
To wear out our shoes ruined by water and make fun of it
And to listen to your laughter as I listen to the sea
To stop and then run backwards
And to tell you especially about the caramel candy and the old times candy
And about the real candy that were cutting our lips
And they were sticking to our teeth
And about the winning Mistrals.


To sit down on a bench with you
To watch the sun go down
To tell you about the old times from the past and after that
not to care anymore
To tell you that we are not bad people
And if I am a bird it's because of your eyes
That they are lucky for being two
To hear your laughter flying so high
As the songs of the birds
And finally to tell you have to love life
To love it even though time is a killer
And takes with him the laughter of the children
And the wining Mistrals, and the wining Mistrals."

(Lyrics translated from French)