Am I still me if the one I was was yesterday got lost? Am I still me if the feeling that keept me alive till now vanished in thin air? My feet were never bare before, my dream never dared to be born. The words are just that words they can't touch unless they're meant to caress . Let me sit at your feet because I feel like not because you want me to. Let stand behind you because I like the view better. Let me be me because I don't feel like faking anymore else anymore. I have nothing offer you but have everything to give to myself.
Frumos,o sa scriu si eu despre orasul meu in vechime,place orasul tau ,poate si ceva poze de acum...?
ReplyDeletearata frumos orasul in vederile de epoca, chiar nu stiam ca e un loc asa fain :)
ReplyDeletee un loc minunat, e acasa :)
ReplyDeleteIti multumes din suflet Valy ( chiar si numele tau imi aminteste de cineva drag) iti doresc o primavara pe masura
Darias, nu am poze actuale, sunt plecata de peste 10 ani de acasa dar, cine stie, poate in curand!
Beautiful old photos and great soundtrack.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kostas!
ReplyDeleteThe photos are from Turda -Cluj- Romania
and it's Enya on sountrack