Ok now, even if is said i will continue to talk in this post about masks and fakes, i won't. I'm to tired to write about this stuff, so I will just post the poem for tonight, it's actually my first. Good night.
Apa...
Coborand in deal, coborand in vale
Apa se scurge tot mai tare,
Duce cu ea durerean spinare
Uitata in timp, uitata-n mare.
O lume-ntreaga de ar sta in cale
Apa ar trimite-o spre uitare,
Ca un orb ce nu stie,
Care-i mort si care-i vie.
Gusta apa caci sunt eu,
Ca si ea ma zbat acum
Langa mine sa iti spun...
Cat de mult te iubesc...Dar cum?
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