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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2018-11-17 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | Oh, if you knew how many sleepless nights I got to know from your departure ... I went on the beach at night, I watched the Evening Star, the rays of the moon, and I fell asleep feeling how the Earth, through its love, gathers us … The first rays of sunshine woke me. The evening star was banish of the sky. And I asked myself how you felt when you left? What sun lured you? How and what was life for you? What are we? What is the being, when the world is made of broken bits, as this sand, this sea, this heaven … I cried out for you, I prayed the sky again for you.
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