Water the roots of the round flower. It needs fire to move. And I’ve drawn the pink mountain in the south. Begin to scatter my fears. Stop and think for a while. Do you wish to hear the lines in the wind? Follow the path in the north and you’ll find the wind. He’s waiting. Where is the clock running to? They have to find it. Slash. Why? Is that necessary? The Dalmatians are here. All 101. This is too much for the vampires. They are going to kill themselves.

Photo © Jarek Kubicki - "Triptych."
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Aproape ca pot sa gust asteptarea. Abia astept sa vii. Sa vorbim, sa fii acolo. Ce dor imi e de tine. Ce pacat ca nu pot sa-ti spun. In schimb trebuie sa ma abtin, sa nu devin exuberanta de fiecare data cand te vad. As vrea sa te gandesti la mine cum cred ca o faceai inainte. N-ar trebui sa fie asa. Si nu stiu ce se intampla, de ce se intampla, de ce simt ce simt. As vrea sa-ti pot spune...