Oct 17, 2016

Stones

She's looking for the stars through stones which were humans ones as Grigore Maior, a history teacher, used to sing me. Walls that are on the verge of falling down, remote district and the stories told by the way we are on. It was a broken promise... but the stones didn't let us to forget... we found the stars in a place of nowhere...burst into laughing, stones were tickling her throat, stars were drowning in her eyes.