ICE MAIDEN
by Sorana Lucia Salomeia

What is it to live? Is it the fun and glamour of a large city, is it the rush and turmoil or is it the silence on an island in the middle of the ocean?
To be alive, for me, is to see the summer meadows blooming, to experience sweet, fresh scents in the air, to listen to the waves of the sea in the evening, to feel the warm soft breeze caressing my face, to watch the sunset over the infinite ocean, to hear the seagulls crying, to see them hovering over me.
To be alive is to enjoy all moments of your existence, to see, to feel, to breathe. Being alive is sitting with the friend you hold dearest, sipping from the sweetest wine of Heaven from a crystal glass, living for one another while the city is already asleep, in the candle lights to feel the warmth of life.
The fog climbs the high mountains and the white clouds always drift further away; the flowers bloom in the fields, a rainbow of lively colours reigning over the crystal-pure streams that run continuously over rocks and plains; the sun sets in the evening, making the horizon a fire line reigning over the world; it is that way and nobody can prevent it from happening.
There are a thousand wonders in this world, a thousand wonders we cannot see and, even if unseen, they happen, day in, day out.
Just open your eyes and you will see that this world's beauty is beyond words.
You will see that there is also love here on earth, that there are people, friends to understand and help you, that you have dreams that some day will come true, that you were once sad, but now you are happy again and, full of hope, look into the future.
It is true. We rush and hunt through the wild, dark jungle of our existence. Who counts our days?! Who tries to see the nature, the birds, the animals, the wonders of this world? Nobody bothers over you because the times we live are hard.
We work day and night, we have to pay taxes and bills and we try hard to laugh, but we cannot even smile. The bitterness of life has overwhelmed your hearts.
There are so many matters to worry about because the times are the way they are and something has got asunder. No doctor can cure it!
You would like to settle down for a while, but they will not let you do it. A fugitive must be a rolling stone in a never ending rush. Down every road there is always one more place, another city… You keep on wandering aimlessly and the highway and the dusty roads are your home.
You are a hunted fugitive with just two ways in life: you will wander alone or you will spend your life in jail.
You are lonely, oh, so lonely… but you cannot afford the luxury of having one love to come along with you; she will slow you down and they would catch up with you, for he who travels fastest has to go alone.
Standing on the boulevard you wish you knew my name. “I am the Ice Maiden. I think, perhaps, you like being unhappy. But I do know the limit of your dreams.
Frozen arctic winds of ice blow and you still believe that love makes you one of the chosen. But you may die in the snow and I will never grieve. So what if tomorrow you are frozen?! Death is a small price for Heaven!”
Welcome to the high, frozen world. Subterranean streams of silver where a duckling is turned into a gracious swan, infinities of dreams imploding into a single vision…
Everything is quiet and lonely in the light of dusk and I feel so empty in the cold darkness of the night.
I still remember days when the sun was warm with love, softening as the day grew on and dazzling in streaks of gold. But now my days are cold and bleak, and the sunsets have grown pale.
I feel I want to ramble to the shores of a mighty sea and feel the wild free wind howling in my ears, to stumble in the high mellow grass and to see the white sands flashing in the darkness.
My love is confused by sorrow and my empty hands lie down so low by my side. You can see me walk through this sleeping town while the rode is glittering brightly.
I know it is too late now. From this moment on, time and tide would not wait. Yet I was the master of my fate. Being the mighty ruling Queen, I never waited for the curtain to fall on the stage.
And now I see my life, like an image passing by, in the twinkling of an eye flash… my lonely life… Here I am now, at the darkest moment, when beauty is bound to die, to fade like a flower. I now see my life from the present to the past, finally catching up with me… my empty life …
Now the hourglass is turning and tears are burning with grief in my eyes…tears I should have cried long ago. Now I will cry forever.
It is my turn to sleep and I realize that I was wrong, oh, so wrong, thinking that I could keep everything in my hands, still knowing that my castle was built on sand.
What a chimera…

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