pustiul

patruzeci de zile şi patruzeci de nopţi.

stop this train: I'm leaving!

it felt like springtime on this february morning in the courtyard birds were singing your praise I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright I carried them with me today.now.

as I lay me down to sleep.

delirio!?! hey babe, is that what it is?