Plums, you say? The wolves love them. When you’re searching them, they hide. You find them later. She brings them to you. You can’t see them no more. You see her. Inside you. Blessed is the water. Bells singing for you. She smiles and you are inside her. Furry land moving to the north. There is the purple flag. Is there no time? The ten dimensions merge to greet you. You won’t go. You have to see the flying daughters. The song is wrote. You can sing now.

Photo © Mg Lizi - "Val d'Orcia"
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Cred ca sunt libera. Imi dau seama ca nu sunt indragostita - era imposibil - si ca sunt pe cale de a nu mai fi indragostita. E bine. Incep sa ma simt mai libera. Poate o sa ma indragostesc intr-adevar de mine. Ar fi cel mai inteligent. Chiar daca, teoretic, n-ar trebui sa te indragostesti cu mintea, cred ca e cea mai buna "strategie de aparare". Sa te indragostesti inteligent, cu mintea.
Inima e pentru visatori. :)