Fata și toamna / Girl and autumn - Giulia Farcaș

Girl and autumn.
It smells like autumn, rich fruits, red and yellow apples. The brightly colored picture of nature delights our eyes and soul. Not even the cold and small tears of the sky, sometimes cloudy, can make us sad.

Under the weight of the fruits, the trees in the orchard seem to embrace the earth, patiently waiting for the arrival of those who will release them from their sweet burden.

In the air you can feel the sweet smell of Oache apples playing hide and seek among the branches. In another part of the orchard, pears wink at you.

The sweet, vineyard taste of grapes and the small, velvety fluff of blonde quinces combine with the scent of chestnuts brought into the house by a light breeze.

The roar of the rain snatches me from the world of dreams. The two apple trees in front of the window are crying on their knees, struggling, ready to break their branches.

But the wind drives away the clouds and the rain stops. The silver horn of the moon was climbing the mantle of stars.

It's night.
All nature fell asleep, caught in the nets of darkness.
In the morning, the soft autumn sun dries the tears of rain on the reddened cheeks of the apples.

The streams mourn the warm departure of summer, the birds leave again for nowhere, the pale leaves like candle wax fall and die, the late and withered flowers try to bring joy again, but the weather tells us that the time of ephemeral flowers has passed.

Piano: prof. Adrian Bordeianu