{"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: Csod\u00e1t lopni - To steal a miracle","html":"

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

Tudod, id\u0151nk\u00e9nt m\u00e9g eszembe jutsz. Eml\u00e9kszem a von\u00e1saidra, ahogy bel\u00e9psz ajt\u00f3mon, s a tekinteteddel megszel\u00edd\u00edted nyugtalan sz\u00edvemet. De akkor is t\u00f6bb f\u00e1jdalmat okozt\u00e1l nekem, mikor azt mondtad, szeretsz, mint \u00e9n azoknak eg\u00e9sz \u00e9letem sor\u00e1n, kikhez semmi sem k\u00f6t\u00f6tt. A hazugs\u00e1gaid, miket letuszkolt\u00e1l torkomon, \u00e9gett\u00e9k nyelvemet, s most csal\u00f3dottan n\u00e9zem a m\u00faltat, melyben elloptad perceimet.<\/p>\r\n

Mint tavaszi k\u00f6nny\u0171 illat, \u00fagy tal\u00e1l r\u00e1nk a szerelem. Nem k\u00e9rdezi, akarod-e, felk\u00e9sz\u00fclt\u00e9l-e, f\u00e9lsz-e. Egyszer csak \u00f6sszek\u00f6ti a sorsokat, s ha szerencs\u00e9s vagy, nem illan el az \u00e9vek alatt. Nem tudom, mi vezetett hozz\u00e1d, s azt sem, hogy tanultam-e b\u00e1rmit is t\u0151led. N\u00e9ha a pofonok tal\u00e1n csak er\u0151sebb\u00e9 tesznek minket, \u00e9s a t\u00f6rt\u00e9netek v\u00e9g\u00e9n nincsenek nagy szavak, s nincsen semmi tanuls\u00e1g.<\/p>\r\n

Az utc\u00e1n s\u00e9t\u00e1lok, s egy mosolyg\u00f3s kisl\u00e1nyt n\u00e9zek, ki egy kiskuty\u00e1t \u00f6lelget. Arra gondolok, mire a sz\u00fcleim neveltek. Mindenkinek sz\u00fcks\u00e9ge van arra, hogy szeretetet kapjon. Ez mozgatja \u00e9let\u00fcnket. Nincs f\u00e9ny e n\u00e9lk\u00fcl. Hogy mi\u00e9rt sz\u00f3runk m\u00e9gis t\u00fcsk\u00e9ket m\u00e1sok l\u00e1bai el\u00e9? S mi\u00e9rt tapossuk le \u00e1lmaikat, melyek lelk\u00fck kertj\u00e9ben vir\u00e1gzanak? Ahelyett, hogy felemeln\u00e9nk \u0151ket, er\u0151t adn\u00e1nk nekik, b\u00e1tor\u00edtan\u00e1nk gyerekeinket, szerelm\u00fcnket, bar\u00e1tainkat, mindenkit. Nem tudom\u2026<\/p>\r\n

Este van, s a t\u00e9l odakint harapja a v\u00e1rost. Az \u00e9letet l\u00e9legzem ki \u00e9s be. R\u00e1d gondolok. Nem, nem haragszom r\u00e1d. Nem m\u00e9rgez k\u00f6z\u00f6s m\u00faltunk. \u00c1rny\u00e9k vagy csup\u00e1n szob\u00e1mban, mi napr\u00f3l napra halv\u00e1nyabb. Azt hiszem, csak annyit akarok mondani neked, hogy nincs k\u00e9s\u0151 jobb emberr\u00e9 v\u00e1lnod. Olyann\u00e1, kir\u0151l mes\u00e9lt\u00e9l\u2026 Aki megpr\u00f3b\u00e1lsz lenni. Mert tudod, am\u00edg hazudsz magadnak \u00e9s m\u00e1soknak, addig hi\u00e1ba v\u00e1rod, hogy b\u00e1rki is feln\u00e9zzen r\u00e1d.<\/p>\r\n

\u00dagyhogy a holnapba n\u00e9zek, s a kisl\u00e1nyra gondolok, ki a kuty\u00e1j\u00e1t \u00f6lelgette tiszta, \u00f6nzetlen szeretettel egy kis csod\u00e1t lopva \u00e9letembe. :) \u00cdgy kellene \u00e9ln\u00fcnk, nem igaz? De\u2026 :)\u00a0\u2013\u00a0Peter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0Peter Noel Privat<\/a>, P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>. Szerz\u0151i \u00e9s minden jog fenntartva. Megoszthat\u00f3 v\u00e1ltoztat\u00e1s n\u00e9lk\u00fcl, mindennem\u0171 egy\u00e9b felhaszn\u00e1l\u00e1sa enged\u00e9lyk\u00f6teles. Sz\u00f3val, ha ezek ut\u00e1n is leny\u00falod a sz\u00f6vegeimet, megkereslek, \u00e9s bek\u00f6lt\u00f6z\u00f6k hozz\u00e1d t\u00f6bb h\u00f3napra. Biztos, ezt akarod? :)<\/p>\r\n[caption id=\"attachment_1061\" align=\"aligncenter\" width=\"300\"]\"Peter<\/a> Peter Noel: Csod\u00e1t lopni[\/caption]\r\n

You know sometimes I think of you, I remember your features, as you walk in my door, and tame my concerned heart with your visage. Yet, you caused me more pain when you told me you loved me, than I caused to those during my whole life, whom meant nothing for me. Your lies that you put into my mouth, has burnt my tongue, and now I\u2019m watching the past disappointedly, where you stole my minutes.<\/p>\r\n

Love finds us like soft, spring scent. It won\u2019t ask you if you want it, or are you prepared, aren\u2019t you afraid. It just connects the faiths, and if you are lucky it won\u2019t evaporate during the years. I don\u2019t know what brought me to you, or did I learn anything from you. Maybe sometimes the slaps on our faces make us stronger, and at the end, there are no words, and there\u2019s no edification.<\/p>\r\n

I am walking down the street and I am looking a smiling little girl, who is hugging a dog. I am thinking on what my parents taught me. Everyone needs to be loved. This is what moves life forward. There\u2019s no light without it. Then why do we scatter thorns in front of others? And why do we trample theirs dreams that are blooming in the garden of their souls; instead of lift them up, give them strength, encourage our children, love, friends, everyone? I don\u2019t know\u2026<\/p>\r\n

It is night, and winer is biting the city outside. I am breathing life. I am thinking of you. No, I am not mad at you. Our common past is not poisoning me. You are just a shadow in my room which is getting more and more pale, day-by-day. I guess, all I\u2019d like to tell you that it\u2019s not lte for you to turn into someone better. To turn into someone you were talking about\u2026 Whom you are trying to be. Because you kow, as long as you lie to yourself and others, it has no point to wait for others to look up to you.<\/p>\r\n

So I am looking forward tomorrow, thinking on the little girl who was hugging the dog with pure, selflessness love, furtively add a little miracle into my life :) This is how we should live our live, shouldn\u2019t we? We should\u2026\u00a0\u2013\u00a0Peter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0P\u00e9ter Noel<\/a>,\u00a0Peter Noel Privat<\/a>\u00a0Copyright and all rights reserved. Shareable without modification, any other use requires authorization. Well, if you steal my texts after these, I find you, and I move in to you onto more months. Are you sure, is this what you want?\u00a0🙂<\/p>","type":"rich"}