remember every morning coffeeremember every morning coffeenow that i'm awayi don't know whybuteverytime i step into the kitchenor bedroom or bathroom i expect you to be therewaiting for mepatiently listening to your stupid musicwith your ankles crossed and your hands behind your headthen i wouldkiss you like i always doand lay beside youand read you poems whispering in latin tonguesbut now that i'm awayi must stop pretendingi never was much of a friendof this realityyou are far too gone for my mind to catch you or my heart to reach you or my soul to have youearthly weaknesses have possessed uswe do not see each other anym
iti vine sa crezi ca a trecut un an de cand a inceput toamna noastra?
mi se pare asa ciudat
toamna fara tine, fara parcul din deva...
ma simt mica