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În rest ce s-ar putea spune despre o ființă zăpăcită cum sunt eu? Nimic cred....
Born in a crazy world, perfectly mad and writing just for you...
Ever wonder what it means to be a child in Romania?
And by child I mean a normal kid, from the common social class.
It is hard to define the way you have to deal with all the problems.
And by
Give, give some Euler properties,
Some strings and Heron forms,
But not Lagrange
with its undetermined coefficients,
Nor the theorem of sufficiency...
And I shall prove to you the
Book of
Give me some colors
to paint this gray sad sky,
Give me some rain
to fill this red-moon desert,
And give me some love
to heal this frail and lonely heart...
On the path where wild things are,
I find the sorrow of an open heart...
He stands alone,
He thinks he\'s brave.
The wounds he has,
Won\'t let me heal...
I stand alone...
But so does he!
Above the winter of the mountain
Under the tomb of the deepest fountain
Lies a soul...
In search for it
We spend our life...
A journey to the present, past and
Future.
In our search for happiness the first thing we notice is that to achieve it is first necessary to gain tranquility...
Tranquility, what a strange and hard to define term!
But we search for it all
Siting in a pandemonium
Learning to forgive
This lack of love...
Maybe waiting for someone
Or something
To take me away from
This crowded lonely World...
Different feelings in one heart,
What\'s called confusion
Never parts...
How can we stand in a precise world
So much insecurity?
Well, probably
Because inside an exactly built body
There is a
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