Six years of my new
life.Will the Sprig have the same shine in my eyes?
Shall I be able to run
on the beautiful green meadow?Shall I climb the
mountain’s trials?
The dream and walk in
the forest’s fairy tale …greenery…blossoms…. bird’s songs…forest’s grasses … Shall
I bounce on the stones at the shallow river..
No not…that’s all a
part from another life of Gjurgjica. That's a finished chapter.Do you believe
that everything can change in one second only.All the dreams to fall on your head.And
to be broken in million pieces like a nice crystal decoration.Period.....New life ….
as in a mirror a bad dream.
There will be no more
running .No more hunting of the forest’s beauty. No play in the shallow rivers
waters.There’s nothing, Nothing left.Almost five years live a life and struggle
for breath.Why no one has ever told me that it is a luxury?Breathing is luxury.
Mom why you didn’t
tell me?Why?If I knew I would save it like I saved as a kid to buy me new
crayons.Now even the steps are luxury.Neither Daddy who has all the answers he
remained caught.Six years ago my new life.
Pulmonary Hypertension.Until
everybody is saying you looking great you simply know…
You cannot walk cannot
run cannot dance all these are luxury which will cost you
Life…killing to all
dreams.
Keep living people you
don't know what awaits you behind to door.
What a surprise ?Now I
have different view on the World I know I am one of the rarest.
Very often I ask
myself what whit I deserved this?Of course there’s always one because? But it’s
too much for this heart (which has grown from the disease) to think. Into the right
meaning of the word big heart which is struggling to pump and seeks power to
pass every new day with full lungs travelling on the boat of its life.
Gjurgica Kjaeva
