Candva obisnuiam sa scriu aici si-mi placea...

E linişte. Toată lumea visează. Cu ochii închişi sau nu. Doar aerul condiţionat îşi face apariţia auditivă în povestea asta.
Trenul e aproape gol. La Bucureşti e un parc drăguţ. Şi un câine Eugen.
Aici, un duş cald şi multe amintiri plăcute :)
Home.

Summer has found a shelter in my mind this morning, when thoughts of sunny beaches and lonely islands were jumping together inside my head.

Now it's just cold... winter cold..., inside and outside....
Under the bright stars above, empty river banks ask for help, unvisited places crave for attention, strange dreams remain undiscussed and empty plastic bottles untouched in the middle of the empty and quiet street.

Where is everybody?
Somewhere else. This is our world.

Wishing for autumn, windy autumn, yellow autumn... wishing for a cozy novemberr rain... to overwhelm my every feeling... to keep the fire running...wild

pls..

Nevermind...