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Frica-i umană
Parte din tine
Din mine, din oricine…
Frica-i veșnic motorul acțiunii.

a girl I once knew

she had a sort of gift
her smile travelled from ear to ear
from lips to lips – from eyes to eyes
until it came back to her
she was that sort of gal you’d meet on a rainy day
without an umbrella