14 Mar ALDEIA – 12 MARCH 2020 – LAVINIA AND ME

Lavinia and me.

We have been together for 17 beautiful years. We have been through lots together, good and bad. We have learnt from the bad and enjoyed the good. A few days ago a volunteer asked me how we met and how we fell in love. 

We have met on the beach of the Black Sea, in Mamaia, on a May 1st holiday. 

It was a sunny morning and she was sunbathing. I was on a terrace fixing my hangover by getting another one. 

I noticed her restless moves and her small, but firm steps, as if walking on heels. 

The sand was not burning, but she was walking as if she was stepping on broken glass or stepping off a runaway. 

Although she was beautiful, she was no model, for sure, because of her height. 

I was intrigued. 

17 years later, I still am.

I took my beer, I left my friends and girlfriend at the table and approached to talk. 

We have not finished the talk yet. 

We talked about life and principles, what we like and dogs. 

We both had a beautiful piece of Boxer. Mine was more beautiful, but it doesn’t matter anymore because now they are both dead.

Lavinia fell in love. 

I didn’t, but I savored highly her irrational feelings. 

That made me love her. 

We got married 1 year and 3 months later. 

After 2 years we had Carla and after 3 Lavinia got into a bad depression. 

I held her hand and after 3 years she got out of it. 

We have built businesses and bought houses that we later sold. 

After 17 years she does fewer massages and I pick fewer flowers for her. 

Too seldom. 

We have a lot of fun. 

You could say the passion is getting lower, no, it’s not, it just doesn’t fit in the car. 

The kids and life on the road keep us more occupied than life behind the desk. 

We have no privacy, but we miss no moon, full or not. 

We still hold hands and I feel like I should do more. 

We have no nannies and spend all our time with our kids. 

We watch movies, listen to the wind, draw and laugh a lot. 

I should do more.

Other than that, nothing, all’s good…

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EU SI LAVINIA

Eu si Lavinia. 

Suntem impreuna de 17 ani frumosi. Am trecut prin multe impreuna, si bune si rele. Din cele rele am invatat iar cu cele bune ne-am bucurat. 

Acum cateva zile ma intreba o voluntara cum ne-am intalnit si cum ne-am indragostit.

Ne-am intalnit pe litoralul marii negre, in Mamaia, de un intai Mai. Era o dimineata insorita iar ea facea plaja.

 Eu eram la o terasa si-mi dregeam mahmureala intrand in alta. I-am observat miscarile nelinistite si pasii tiptili dar fermi, cu glezna ridicata de parca era pe tocuri. 

Nisipul nu ardea dar ea mergea de parca ar calca pe cioburi sau recent coborata de pe un podium. 

Desi era frumoasa eram sigur ca nu era manechin pentru ca nu o ajuta statura. 

M-a intrigat. 

Dupa 17 ani, inca o face.

Mi-am luat berea in mana, mi-am lasat prietenii si prietena la terasa cu pricina si m-am apropiat sa vorbim. 

Nici acum nu am incheiat discutia. 

Am vorbit despre viata si despre principii, despre ce ne place si despre caini. Amandoi aveam cate un exemplar superb de boxer. Al meu era totusi mai frumos dar nu mai conteaza pentru ca au murit amandoi!

Lavinia s-a indragostit. Eu nu m-am indragostit dar am savurat la maxim sentimentele ei irationale. Asta m-a facut sa o iubesc. 

Dupa un an si trei luni ne-am casatorit. 

Dupa doi ani a aparut Carla iar dupa trei Lavinia a intrat intr-o depresie profunda. Eu am tinut-o de mana si dupa alti trei ani a iesit. 

Am facut firme si am cumparat case dupa care le-am vandut. 

Dupa 17 ani ea-mi face mai putine masaje iar eu ii culeg flori rar. 

Prea rar! 

Ne distram mult! 

Ai zice totusi ca pasiunea a cam scazut, nu n-a scazut dar nu are loc in masina! 

Copiii si viata pe drumuri ne tin ocupati mai mult decat am fi avut serviciu.

Nu avem intimitate dar ne tinem pe plaja de mana si nu ratam nicio luna, fie ea plina, turceasca sau deloc. 

Inca ne tinem de mana si simt ca ar trebui sa fac mai mult. 

N- avem bone si stam cu copiii tot timpul. 

Vedem filme, ascultam vantul, desenam si radem mult. 

Totusi, ar trebui sa fac mai mult.

In rest, nimic, toate bune…