Are you going to be born again? - Svetoslava Domuschieva /English

Are you going to be born again?

 

The happiness was written on their faces and encoded in their souls. The smiles were shining, and the eyes were gave away the never ending joy of the heart. She ran down the lawn like she was a child again, with her little girl. They ran barefoot on the grass and picked dandelions.

The child believed that when closes her eyes and wishes something, and then blew the dandelion – dreams come true. They fly so they can get to the heaven and then never come back, fulfilling the most sacred desire.

For the mother, her child was one of those desires, flown and returned to come true. Looking into her happy eyes, she saw her best of her.

They two hugged. The woman knew that the words were not enough, but she believed that her little girl could hear her heart and tell and reveal what poor human speech couldn’t.

They laid on the grass and stared into the sun, the sky, and the fluffy white clouds that formed all kinds of  curiously shapes.

Suddenly, the child shouted excitedly:

– Look, Mom – it's a heart-shaped cloud, it's so beautiful!

The mother knew that this was the sign that the child had heard her heart. She took the hand of the child and tried to explain her.

– My dear child, I will always be your mother and protect you, you will always be my child who will give my life light. Our happiness will be ours forever because you have me and I have you!

The little girl smiled and kissed her.

The mother had a dandelion in her hands. She looked again at her child's shining face, then the cloud, then closed her eyes. She made a wish and blew the fluffs that flew into the sky.

Sometimes that's how life goes — suddenly, like fluff blown away in the wind, as a moment, but in fact it was a lifetime. But when you've left something behind, even if you're blown away and blown away in the wind, the fluffs will fly, carrying the core, the seed that gives birth to life. Then they will fall back to earth to put down roots and give birth to life again.

So it will be the same with every person who has left something behind. Only the good we have done, the precious hopes, the dreams, to have a chance to be born again.

The badness, the hypocrisy, if they have filled your life will not fly, but will remain broken on earth and rot, that’s how end the sadly lived lives.

 

Svetoslava Domuschieva

Painter - Eren Kamberov

Translation Bulgarian-English - Genoveva Ilieva

An initiative of Mariya Dzhurkova and Bogdana Sirakova.