Jurnale

si ea se opreste... \"nu am devenit inca persoanele ce santem meniti sa fim\"...ochii lui sunt patrunzatori insa vocea lui tremura... \"bineinteles ca nu!\" ii vine ei sa strige...\"sant oameni de

cand exista inghesuiala, ma invart...in jur si in jur in cercuri...luminile colorate sant ingerii mei pazitori...nu e ca in filme...e mai mult loc si mai putin prost gust...e aproape ca un basm...si

it\'s easy to get caught up in life\'s old cliches...but sometimes I can\'t help but think that for some cosmic reason I will never know, everyone gets what they really deserve in life, and injustice

there are very few things in my life that, given the chance I would do differently...there are even fewer things that I hold important enough to die for...actually, scratch that, wrong word, live

seen the picture mental picture fashioned fiction from what\'s real spun the spiral downward slope slipping, reaching for the shore... things you could never explain things you could never

dragostea, ca o ceascha delicata de portzelan poate fi ciobita shi reparata... putzin lipici shi e ca noua nu? de cate ori poate fi ciobita insa shi reparata pana cand incepe sa

He created it. And in time he looked down and saw that it was good. \"I shall call this place \"poezie.ro\", in so much as it is a mixing of many sources, come together under me, to create a

Where can I begin? Where will it end? Well, either in the year 2003 or the year 2006, most likely the latter. The remaining timeline grows thinner as the world grows fatter. It doesn\'t matter,

many people will walk in and out of your life, but only a few will leave footprints in your heart.

o nevoie arzatorare ma cuprinde, sa te sarut sa te ating sa te simt sa te gust sa te string in bratze sa te am sa te mingii sa fiu plina de tine de simtzurile tale...de dorintzele tale...de

Si la sfarsit, stam singuri cu nimic altceva decat memoriile noastre Nemiscati, intr-o mare de intuneric, agatati de o dragoste pierduta Sperand ca cineva ne va salva, insa lipsiti de dorinta de a

A letter is being written for you. 10/26 Written in draft form, why? Because I know not what else to do? It is as cold here, in draft, as it is in my heart. My body chilled, by