Terrified by water, by change. Terrified of all the things that I see them coming, like a hurricane taking everything in its road, not being able to stop it. Terrified by all the “I”s that starve for a piece of freedom. And tired as hell of everything, just wanting to close my eyes and breathe, forgetting, escaping, somewhere far away, but right now having to learn to breathe underwater, feeling all the pressure from within. And the fear that this time it’s too much.
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Joy/Vertigo
No matter what the future holds, there is the moment of today of pure joy, which reminded me of the first novel I read long time ago by Pau...
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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...