{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Inside out","provider_url":"https:\/\/peternoel.cafeblog.hu","author_name":"Peter Noel","author_url":"https:\/\/peternoel.cafeblog.hu\/author\/peternoelfreemail-hu\/","title":"Peter Noel: Anya - Mom","html":"

(You can read the English version under the Hungarian text.)<\/p>\r\n

Hogy mik\u00e9nt id\u00e9zlek fel magamban? Elmondom h\u00e1t, Anya\u2026 Megl\u00e1tlak ismeretlen vizek l\u00e1gy hull\u00e1maiban, mik\u00f6zben k\u00e9rd\u0151jeleimet pr\u00f3b\u00e1lom pontt\u00e1 vasalni. Ismer\u0151s utak ismeretlen kock\u00e1in l\u00e9pteidet olvasom, melyek egykoron gyermekkorom helysz\u00edneit rajzolt\u00e1k. L\u00e1tlak t\u00e9ged neh\u00e9z napok s\u00falyos \u00f3r\u00e1iban mosolyt var\u00e1zsolni m\u00e1sok arc\u00e1ra, mik\u00f6zben arra tan\u00edtasz, hogy a f\u00e1jdalom pillanatnyi, s \u00e9let\u00fcnk sz\u00e9ps\u00e9ge \u00f6r\u00f6k. L\u00e1tod, Anya, m\u00e9g, ha el is sz\u00f3l\u00edtottak, a v\u00e9remben hordalak. Velem vagy mindig.<\/p>\r\n

S hogy mire v\u00e1gyom? B\u00e9k\u00e9t gy\u00farni a t\u00e9l hav\u00e1b\u00f3l, mik\u00f6zben harap a fagy. Csendben l\u00e9pkedni az es\u0151ben, mi kimossa a m\u00falt f\u00e1jdalmait r\u00e1ncaimb\u00f3l. Meg\u00f6lelni a holnapot, s tart\u00e1ssal l\u00e9pni bele. Feln\u0151ni, f\u00e9rfiv\u00e1 \u00e9rni \u00fagy, hogy a kisk\u00f6lyk\u00f6t, ki a sz\u00edvemben \u00e9l, \u00f6r\u00f6kre meg\u0151rizzem. Olyan emberr\u00e9 v\u00e1lni, kire b\u00fcszke lenn\u00e9l, Anya. Rem\u00e9lem, siker\u00fcl. Siker\u00fclnie kell. - Peter Noel<\/a>, Peter Noel Privat<\/a>,\u00a0P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>\u00a0Szerz\u0151i \u00e9s minden jog fenntartva. Megoszthat\u00f3 v\u00e1ltoztat\u00e1s n\u00e9lk\u00fcl, mindennem\u0171 egy\u00e9b felhaszn\u00e1l\u00e1sa enged\u00e9lyk\u00f6teles.<\/p>\r\n

\"mao\"<\/a><\/p>\r\n

How do I imagine you inside of me? I tell you, Mom... I see you in the waves of the unknown waters, while I'm trying to transform my questions into answers. I'm reading your steps on the path of the unknown ways, as they drew the places of my childhood. I see you as you make others smile in the sad hours of sour times, while you teach, that pain is just temporary, while happiness is everlasting. See, Mom? Even if you had to leave, I still carry you in my blood. You are with me always.<\/p>\r\n

And for what do I yearn? I'd like to transform the snow of the winter into peace, while the frost is so cruel outside. Walking quietly in the rain, what washes out the pain of the past from my face. To hug tomorrow, and step into it with pride. To grow up, be a man, but always keep the child in my heart. To be a man, who can make you proud, Mom! I hope, I can do it. I have to do it. - Peter Noel<\/a>, Peter Noel Privat<\/a>,\u00a0P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>\u00a0Copyright and all rights reserved. Shareable without modification, any other use requires authorization.<\/p>","type":"rich"}