They said she shouldn't be happy when they saw her sparkling eyes and so they dragged her back to whatever was before. Before what? No one ever knows, but there's always a "before" and never an "after"..
Clasicul e destin. Ineditul e noroc. Împreună sunt viaţă.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Primăvară blondă
Rătăcim pe covor de primăvară... Surâdem în culori de apus... Privim oraşul de sus. [Monument, Aprilie]
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