My hope like the ghost of wind and I, will embrace the snow! We will be always together for a lifetime. Laugh will be my unknown kiss! Cute dreaming, that will never appear. Happiness will catch my lonely heart! Forest of green breath, sweet smell of flowers. Like a wish of purple sky is my soul that waits! Sweet day, with little things that make the heart full of JOY! Sick of lOve that is just a thing! Letter in words, there is not grave with names that are lost.
- A. A. Popovici,