Yet another snowless Christmas here in Romania, but at least we had fancy lights. The mayor spared no expenses when it came to lighting up our little town's park. I don't know how enjoyable your holidays have been, but I spent mine at home, sorting my growing photo collection and reading and writing. I ate … Continue reading Season of Bright Lights and Fancy Gifts
(Warning: I'm too depressed to bother about grammatical mistakes.) Dear friends, in the last week or so I’ve turned from a romantic hero into an almost-maniac. Sometimes, out of too much enthusiasm, out of too much passion, out of too much love, we lose our heads and say and do foolish things, we become bad … Continue reading The Aftertaste of Sorrow
Hope is a dangerous affair. It lifts our chins up, And can spur us on to brave deeds, But it keeps our eyes fixed on faraway clouds, Distracting us from our precious present. The traveler who gapes at the distant peaks, Does not see the lovely flowers alongside the road. * The present is a … Continue reading Hope Less
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