A goodbye

A whisker left on the carpet after the cat is gone can bring so many thoughts on how much an animal is able offer in its lifetime and how little we, perfect and reasonable human beings, are capable of appreciating it.

Just an echo- Tatiana Stepa

Every time a singer dies, people say that the songs will live forever. But the truth is the living voice and the spirit behind it will not be here anymore.
A great folk singer died today, a crystal voice that sparkled all though our young years. A brave woman who had performed a few days ago, despite her terminal illness, who considered her life filled with undeserved miracles. A modest artist who never accepted that she had sung well, but always said it was just the wonderful audience.
She was born in a family and in a town where everyone was a miner, and she worked in a mine too when she was forbidden to perform on a stage, in Ceausescu's regime. Her songs always had a special message: about love and its power over everything, even death, about lonely people like trees without a forest, about every woman's life, rights and pain.
I found it very difficult to choose one song, but here is "Song in the Night", telling about her struggle stumbling to find her way in the dark on a stone path. Maybe it's the most appropriate.

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