Un gand

Paseam pe cararea care conducea catre vechiul cimitir din oras, tarandu-mi negrele aripi prin colbul fin care ducea catre mormintele celor doi oameni pe care i-am cautat atata vreme: James si Judith, singurii care m-ar fi putut ajuta in lunga mea cautare. Rataceam pierdut prin lume cautand ceva ce eram sigur ca nu voi gasi nicicand. O suta de ani au trecut de cand hoinaresc pe aceste meleaguri reci si ostile in cautarea unui mit, a unei profetii ce nu se va adeveri in veci. Aripile, tot mai grele, inconvoiate de vreme, ma trageau inapoi cu fiecare pas pe care il faceam dorindu-mi sa reusesc pana la urma sa ajung la o destinatie finala. Prea mult timp, prea multe clipe au pierit in neant in cautarea mea disperata de a gasi ceva ce mi-a fost harazit sa descopar doar eu.

One thought

I was walking on the path that leaded to the old cemetery in the city while I was crawling my wings through grim fine dust that led to the graves of two people whom I've searched for so long: James and Judith, the only ones who could help me in my long search. I was wandering lost through the world looking for something that I was sure that I would not be able to find anymore. 
One hundred years have passed since I wandered this cold and hostile region in search of a myth, of a prophecy that wouldn't ever come true. My heavy wings, bended with the passing of the time were pulling me back with each step that I made, making me wish to eventually manage to reach a final destination. 
Too long, too many moments have perished in void in my desperate quest to find something that was done only to me to discover it.