Popescu Valentin

In the begining there was fear. He felt his world was shaking. And no wonder. He was alone, blended with the dark and wasn’t willing to leave. He just waited for something. From the ashes of time the

Go into the deep woods, go into the deep Where murmurs are blurring and calling to sleep Upon your face a branch may cast The silence of its bending shade So that above the words at last You\'ll

Long ago (not long enough) you asked me what was it like in my secret garden I said I had all sorts of trees and you said: \"what about tamarind\" It has been ages since then I am wandering on

The tunnel is grief We are alike Every rock is a part of me No wonder it swallows me up

The world is strong and mighty as it seems It may be all just darkness still it gleams And whispers through our forests dense with fog and deep The things we are to love and those we are to keep