All the positions, fortunes, celebrities disappear as a snow flake that melts on the black asphalt of death. So does beauty too. And what else remains if not the piece of love that once existed in this great il or in this dream called life?Quote by Sorin Cerin about love, celebrity, magic, dream, beauty, death, life
Traces: In the morning I've seen on the streets Cracked traces of soles, Freshly printed in asphalt. Maybe my father has looked for me To takes me back In the countryside. World order RightWords translationQuote by Nicolae Esinencu about poetry, order, world