Stralucesti, steluta mea!

          

          Nu am neaparata nevoie  de un blog...  Dar am nevoie sa imi salvez abilitatea de a istorisi, iar Facebookul nu e locul tocmai potrivit pentru asa ceva (deja cred ca sunt cativa oameni care gasesc povestile mele sufocante, pentru ca ele au invadat tot spatiul meu virtual, sub forma fotografiilor). Va rog sa ma iertati pentru asta. Sa ma iertati si pentru ca partea aiurita a personalitatii mele nu ma va lasa sa scriu fara greseli de editare (si cu diacritice - nu am rabdare, mi-e lene etc). Si sa ma iertati si pentru digresiuni (l-as fi putut omori pe Lawrence Sterne pentru asta si uite ca eu ma tin de asa ceva).

          Asadar, voiam sa va spun ca, pe langa obsesia mea pentru fotografii si muzica, am una noua: baiatul meu (1 an si doua luni). Doamne, sper ca o sa imi treaca pana va deveni om mare! Imi dau seama ca nu e nimic nou sau special in ceea ce face, dar pentru mine toate sunt extraordinare. De exemplu, azi am avut o revelatie: sunt mandra sa spun ca primul cantecel pe care l-a cantat a fost unul scris de Mozart!!! (da, dar unul simplu, despre fluturas, cel din aria din "Flautul fermecat").

           Cand l-am auzit prima data inganand inceputul acestui cantecel avea, cred, mai putin de 6 luni. Am fost coplesita. "Dar la ce sa ma astept?", mi-am zis. "Muzica i-a inundat corpusorul inca pe cand se afla in lichidul amniotic, deoarece ascultam si cantam muzica... si nu am incetat sa fac asta de atunci". Cand ii schimbam scutecelul, ii cantam mereu acelasi cantecel, iar el ma asculta linistit. Cand il culcam (asta e inca un lucru de care sunt mandra: doar il asez in patut, i-l dau pe Martinel si pe "Suzy", sting becul ... si adoarme, numai ca mai nou canta ceva si apoi adoarme), ii cantam mereu aceleasi doua cantece de leagan (Brahms si Schubert). IN timp ce manca, se juca, il plimbam, auzea din nou o multiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime de cantecele, iar unul dintre ele era acesta cu fluturasul (e chiar un cantecel simplu, de genul sol-sol-mi, adica ceea ce invata copiii de grupa mica, cum este si "melc, melc, codobelc"). Pentru mine a fost cel mai frumos cantecel din toata lumea.

          Acum si-a imbogatit repertoriul cu alte doua cantecele ("In padurea cu alune" si "Saniuta fuge"). Si mai "canta" si la chitara si bate toba (nu va speriati, e o farfurie din metal si o lingura de lemn). A si primit o gramada de jucarii muzicale: o chitara, doua pianuri si un xilofon. In una din zile am cautat pe youtube baietei care canta la chitara. Cel mai mic avea vreo 3 ani si canta ceva simplut (inceputul de la "Samba Pa Ti" de la Santana)... asa ca eu cred ca va putea sa faca si el asta, daca va dori, bineinteles!.

           Vreau sa va mai spun un ultim lucru: Dacian s-a nascut cu un semn pe frunte. O vorba din popor spune ca un astfel de semn arata ca va fi si el "o stea". Sper doar ca va fi steaua pe care si-o doreste el si sa fie fericit. Nu conteaza ce va alege, el va fi mereu o stea pentru mine. Vorba lui Mozart: "Stralucesti, steluta mea!" (Twinkle, twinkle, little star!)

 

(aceasta e o varianta in limba romana a textului original, nu o traducere)

TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR!

I do not really need to have a blog. I need to save my English (if there is ANY left). I need to save my ability to tell stories, and FB is not a proper place for that ( I guess there are a few people who already find my stories suffocating... because they are everywhere, every day... in the shape of photographies). And forgive me for that. Forgive me also because the crazy side of my personality does not allow me to write without typing mistakes... and because my English is RUSTY!!! (speaking of which... it is 10 years since I graduated). And forgive me my digressions (I could kill Lawrence Sterne for that).

Now, besides my obsessions with photos and music, I have a new one: my son (1 year, 2 mths). I hope I will have overcome this when my son is a grown-up, Gosh! I realise there is nothing new or really special that he does, but TO ME everything is extraordinary. For instance, today I had a revelation: I am proud to say that the first song he sang was a MOZART!!!! (yeah, but the simple one, about the butterfly, in "The Magic Flute").

He was maybe younger that 6 months old when I first hear him sing with "Mmmm"s the beginning of this song. I was overwhelmed. "What should I expect?" I told myself. "Music had been (I corrected the tense, hurray!) flowing into his body through the amniotic fluid even before he was born, because I kept listening and playing music... and never stopped ever since." When I was changing his Pampers, I kept singing the same song and he would listen to me carefully and stay still. When I put him to sleep (that's another thing I am proud of: I just put him IN the bed, give him the Teddy and the "Suzy", and switch the light off... and he sleeps), I kept singing him the same 2 lullabies (Brahms and Schubert). When eating, playing, having a walk he heard again a looooot of songs... one of the simplest was this song about the butterfly (it's really a sol-sol-mi song in the beginning, namely the first musical pattern a small child learns in the nursery school, the kind of "mel-melc-codobelc" song). It seemed to me that it was the most beautiful song in the world.

Now he can sing two more songs ("In the Nutty Forest" and "The Sledge is Running"). He sings to himself after I switch the light off (a child singing for himself a lullaby?). And he even "plays" the guitar and the "drums" (a wooden spoon and a metallic plate, nothing astonishing, isn't it?) as well. He got a lot of musical gifts: a guitar, 2 pianos and a xilophone. One day I youtubed in order to find small boys playing guitars. I found some 3 year old boys playing something simple (like the beginning of "Samba pa ti" by Santana)... so I think maybe he will be able to do it, too.

One last thing: he was born with a sign on his forehead - and this is believed to be a sign that he will become a star. Dream on, mummy! I only hope he will be the star he wants/likes and I want him to be happy. No matter what he chooses to be, he is and always will be a star to me. Twinkle, twinkle, little star!