26 October 2006

Sentimentalisme



Mi-e dor sa-mi afund picioarele in frunze uscate, sa le aud trosnind usor sub bocanci, sa joc fotbal cu o minge imaginara pe strazi acoperite toate cu frunze uscate...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

:D