Andreea Neacsu

She sat down on the purple carpet in the small living room, looking at the fire. It had been a week since she first saw it burn... but she never got tired or bored of watching its playful flames

Where Hyperion fades And the sun rises Through the first rays of the morning Will I have to find you again? In the dark streets In the night`s cold air Always on the run Will I have to find

Yesterday she heard \"Ave Maria\" singed softly in her ears. Her white conscience had awaken she remembered what she didn`t dare... The notes flew softly carrying the music inside