Continui aici subiectul de pe pagina mea anterioara de blog, cu privire la locul de odihna al inimii reginei Maria a Romaniei (click aici).
Cred ca, indiferent daca Balcic nu mai este acum teritoriu romanesc, dorinta Reginei Maria, ca inima ei sa fie depusa acolo, trebuie respectata. Ii datoram aceasta…
De ce la Balcic?
Raspunsul se gaseste in chiar spusele Reginei – articolul “MY DREAM-HOUSES”, by H. M. Queen Marie of Roumania, from Roumania Anniversary Number-Edited by Horia I. Babes, The Society of Friends of Roumania, Inc., New York, 1935. Fiind scris in 1935, ne amintim ca testamentul in care lasa ca dorinta finala ca inima sa sa fie depusa dupa moarte la Balcic, fusese scris in 1933! Ce sustinere mai potrivita decat scrierea reginei din 1935 poate exista, spre a a-i intelege pe deplin dorinta si argumentele?…
Articolul se poate citi in intregime pe un site dedicat si foarte bine realizat (aici – pentru articol). Extrag din el cateva pasaje elocvente, insa merita citit in intregime:
“One day, after Bran had become an accomplished dream, as I rambled with my son Nicky through Dobrudja, I suddenly came upon a spot near the sea which awoke in me a quite particular sensation: I had the feeling that this place had always been waiting for me—or was it I who had always been waiting for this place? It was not as if I had come here for the first time.
That old tree hanging above the turquoise-blue sea from the top of a high crumbling wall, beneath which flowed a spring of clear mountain water . . . Somehow this spot was familiar to me, it had something to do with the very foundation of my being; here was peace, beauty, sea and fresh water, and that huge whispering tree bending right over the shore as if listening to the song of the waves.
I sat down in the shade of the great tree and gazed out upon the light-spangled sea, watching the play of waves against the shore. A feeling of complete, almost overwhelming, well-being took possession of me—I belonged to this and this belonged to me. Now and again along the long road of life this sensation has come; it is simply the feeling of coming home, of being entirely and absolutely accepted by one’s surroundings.
Yes, I must become possessor of this spot; it needed me—I felt this with a force that could not be denied.
And verily I did acquire that spot. It would be too long to relate how; but the old tree, the old wall and the crystal-clear water flowing from beneath it into the sea became mine. Immediately the vision rose before me of the house I wanted to build . . . a white house, strong, simple of line, of Turkish style, a house whose upper story would project over the lower; a house with a flattened roof, and with its feet almost in the sea; a house surrounded by stone terraces which little by little would be conjured into a paradise of flowers.
This dream-house, too, became reality. It was to have been an artist’s caprice, a little shack to which I could escape for a few days at a time. But my love for the place grew and grew; besides, the problem of painting into its surroundings my living picture exactly as it should be was so fascinating that the artist within me could not resist. This was not merely the adaptation of something already existing; this was creation, the modeling of stone, earth, water, trees and flowers into a harmonious whole. Proceeding slowly through lean years, it was created on a small scale, modest, rustic, in no sense monumental, but perfect in its way.
There was also this about Balcic—it was my return to the sea, my first love. Born on an island, I have in my soul an eternal deep craving for the sea”.
Inima Reginei Maria, la Balcic….