BACK TO FIRST LOVE …

I met Silver since I was a little boy in my grandmother’s house  , my grandfather has a lot of Silver coins , hidden in various small boxes all over the house …

I always found them – not being hidden because of me – and play with those old coins, considering them some old objects, nothing more . Big, small, some really heavy, their glow had something special , coming from old times , when values  were kept in small leather bags and chests with smart locks … I wasted and I lost them along time , until I met again that special glow,  later ,  in a jewelry shop , being  apprentice I was feeling a joy as reviewing an old friend …

But I had never seen it flowing before , being liquid , and turning into wires, sheets and other small items, docile as a pet …

When I learned almost everything about it , became my first love, delighting me every time with his docility in my hands, but also teasing me to tears manytimes , being so stubborn in giving me the maximum brilliance of its beautiful warm colour  ..  It still had secrets from me, but in the meantime we became best buddies …

Now I feel it like an old friend that I can trust, and get back to it whenever I need to wash my soul with that pure water , to feel that unique feeling , looking in the pure mirror of a  perfectly polished silver surface … These days I feel that need so badly , waiting , frightened and unprepared for my mother’s end  , a matter of days  by now …

Working with Silver again I’ll find the peace of mind that I badly needed …

 

 INTOARCEREA  LA PRIMA DRAGOSTE 

Am intalnit Argintul cand eram doar un prichindel , in casa bunicilor mei , bunicul avea o multime de monede din argint , pitite prin diverse cutii prin toata casa …

Le gaseam intotdeauna – nefiind ascunse de mine – si ma jucam cu monedele acelea vechi , considerandu-le niste obiecte vechi si nimic altceva .   Mari , mici , unele chiar masive , stralucirea lor avea ceva special , venind din vremuri trecute , cand valorile erau pastrate in pungi din piele sau in cufere cu incuietori complicate … Le-am pierdut , risipindu-le de-a lungul timpului , pana am intalnit din nou stralucirea aceea unica , peste ani , intr-un atelier de bijuterie , fiind ucenic , am simtit o bucurie ca la revederea unui vechi prieten …

Dar nu-l vazusem niciodata pana atunci curgand , fiind lichid, si transformandu-se in fire , tabla si alte forme marunte , docil ca un catel …

Cand am invatat aproape totul despre el , a devenit prima mea dragoste , incantandu-ma de fiecare data cu docilitatea lui in mainile mele , dar chinuindu-ma pana la lacrimi de multe ori , prin incapatanarea lui de a nu-mi darui stralucirea maxima a culorii lui atat de calde … Inca mai avea secrete fata de mine , dar intre timp am devenit cei mai buni camarazi  …

Acum il simt ca pe un vechi prieten in care pot avea incredere , si ma intorc  la el de fiecare data cand simt nevoia de a-mi clati sufletul cu apa aceea pura , de a simti acel sentiment unic , privind in limpezimea oglinzii unei suprafete argintii perfect slefuite … Zilele astea am simtit acea nevoie atat de mult , asteptand speriat si total nepregatit  sfarsitul mamei mele , o chestiune de zile de-acum ….

Lucrand din nou cu Argintul voi gasi din nou  acea liniste interioara   de care am atata nevoie ….

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  1. I too have a unique love of silver. I have worked with many metals but silver calls to me over gold and platinum combine. people see it as a metal of lesser value but for me it is the one metal that will constantly challenge me no matter how many times I try to master it. something about the way it feels in my fingers and rings off a table that just sings to me as if it were a siren luring my into darkness then exploding with light. silver is definitely more valuable to me than gold. its just a shame the rest of the world discards it as if its nothing.

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