Arhiva pentru ianuarie 17th, 2012
Ceai cu rom pe timp de ploaie; stradute de piatra veche cu felinare aprise si poduri pline de statui. Maini calde si degete ce schiteaza povesti de topit nopti friguroase. O frica in care am pus ordine. Da, lumea vuieste de oameni dezgustatori dar dincolo de ei freamata culori vii. Dincolo de ei sunt ochi, [ READ MORE ]
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?
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