… of summers, travelling and good books. Of forgotten letters and unwritten stories. Of daring to hope, of days without masks, of sincerity, vulnerability and humanity. Of my kind of winters.
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Blue January
This too, shall pass … The phrase that I keep repeating to myself during these days. " I was bruised and battered I couldn't tell w...
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In its deepness, warmth and happy moments. In its turmoil, and sadness, and scars, and irony. Water which we love and cherish, daring to wa...
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Şsst! E calm aici. O ţară fără soare, fără clădiri, fără oameni. Ca un peron al lui Paler. Şi aici nisipul încă mai e ud de valurile unui p...
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Lumea e plina de superstitii si de clisee. Americanii sunt intr-un fel, blondele sunt in alt fel, tiganii sunt asa. Ne aruncam unii altora n...