"it even seems like we're not together "that way". it's like we care a lot for each other and all the other things just happen, it's like i only have to look at you to be closer than ever, to see through you. it's like we don't even have to talk much to guess a wish of the other, like that kind of shared friendship (how should i call it...) where making love is just an expression of all the words and the thoughts and the longing and the space between us. and every touch is a thought that could not reach you the time we were apart and even before we knew each other, a drawing on your skin, and every kiss is like a wish you'd be a part of me, a mixture of our souls. every time we make love. a poem, a song, a dance. moonlight. rain, summer wind. lyrics. whispers.. pianos. my language, the one you understood from the first day, fireflies. strings, colours in the darkness, when we close our eyes and find our way to each other, soft and slow. heartbeats. everything. more."

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exact asa, dupa ce l-am primit in seara asta prin posta...
e un fel de "n-am fost nicaieri, dar mi-am uitat ceasul acolo"

5 ore dus - intors in avion suna bine ca sa pot lucra la prezentarea ppt si la altele.. pending. :)
daca stateam tot weekendul acasa nu cred ca reuseam sa fac nimic. sper sa ma concentrez. :)

perfect timing

ca sa zic asa,
in Libertatea, pe prima pagina "Becali se apuca de cantat!". cu semnul exclamarii, musai.
si pe ultima pagina, pe fond negru si cu poza "Pelerinaj la casa lui Pavarotti".
bun moment sa te apuci de cantat.
of, magarii..