Partea I AICI
Partea a II-a AICI
Partea a III-a AICI


Iepurasul imbracat in costum albastru isi deschise ochii larg, clipi din genele sale lungi si grai:

The little rabbit dressed in a blue suit opened his eyes wide, battered his long eyelashes and said:

“My grandmother used to tell me wonderful stories; stories about kind-hearted giants, bewitched mountains, shepherds watching their sheep for hungry wolves high in the mountains, in wintertime. There were memories from the time her brothers were nothing but kids, just as you are, Tupi. Then I realized the naughty things of their childhood were just showing what kind of people they were going to be in the future. They were shaping their dreams. Each and every age or holiday has its own magic symbol.

-Bunica mea spunea povesti minunate. Povesti cu uriasi buni la suflet, cu munti vrajiti, cu ciobani ce isi pazeau oitele iarna in varf de munte, pe viscol si ger napraznic, de lupii infometati. Amintiri legate de fratii sai din vremea in care erau doar niste copii, la fel ca si tine, Tupi. Am realizat ca nazdravaniile din copilaria acestora aratau de fapt ce fel de oameni vor fi in viitor. Le conturau visele. Fiecare varsta si fiecare sarbatoare are un simbol magic.

-Ce inseamna primavara?
-Natura reinvie la viata, spuse puisorul cu fundita.
-Prin florile si iarba ce rasar isi canta bucuria reinvierii, graira in cor iepurasii.

“What does spring mean?”
“Nature comes back to life again!” the bow-tied chicken said.
“By the flowers and grass that sprout, it praises the joy of its revival”, the little rabbits spoke all together.


-Acum, in pragul primaverii vrajile frumoase si gandurile nevinovate bat la poarta sufletului.
Mai exista inca iertare.
Si fiecare dintre noi ar trebui sa deschida acea poarta pentru a vedea ca nimic nu este monoton, nimic nu este pierdut sau de neinlocuit.
Cel mai mic dintre puisori ridica o manuta.

“Now, just before spring, good spells and innocent thoughts knock on soul’s gate.
Forgiveness still exists.
And each of us ought to open that gate so as to see that nothing is monotonous, nothing is forever lost or irreplaceable.”
The youngest of the chickens raised his little hand.
“If I may …. My dear friends, I would like to add something.”
“Of course, please do!” came out voices from all over the place.

-Daca imi permiteti, dragii mei prieteni as vrea sa adaug ceva.
-Sigur, sigur…se auzira glasuri de peste tot.
-Cum am aparut eu pe lume?

“How did I come to this world?”
“You hatched”, Tupi said.

-Ai iesit dintr-un ou, spuse Tupi.
-Da…un ou fermecat as putea spune, zise zambind un iepuras.

“Yes, I’d say you came out of a magic egg”, a smiling little rabbit said.

-Toate ouale sunt fermecate. Pentru ca dincolo de coaja, dincolo de aparentele acesteia se afla finetea sufleteasca, viata ce asteapta sa erupa, ce zvacneste cu fiecare clipa, la fiecare atingere.

“All eggs are magic, for beyond the shell and beyond appearances does soul’s tenderness lie, and so does life that can hardly wait to burst, that throbs with every instant and each touch.”
“People ought to truly enjoy what they have been given: The Holy Easter!”
– Oamenii ar trebui sa se bucure cu adevarat de ceea ce le-a fost oferit: Sfintele Pasti!

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