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unforgetable...

I'll never forget this sunset.One of the best moments of freedom..on my birthday, on 18, I lied parents and left with friends to the hills, and hitchhiked all day long...a beautiful initiative journey for me
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the cosy chalet of my mountains

here we found beautiful stories, wonderful people and gorgeous landscapes..here we found the true civilisation, the unwritten rules of the mountains...to be in the mountains is more than a fact, is the best feeling one can have...
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about my home

"There is something vivid here in Transylvania:the spirit, the language, some representative persons, some facts across history, some creations. To what good to leave the only reality in the middle of which we feel good, in out homeland?"
adaptation after C.Noica

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My Friends

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fairytales...a vision of chilhood

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Homage to my mountains

to tell you the truth, I go in the mountains as much as i can...but i am not the best mountaineer..just wanted to say that you who climb the solitary rocks, and find your home in the deepest forest, and carry yourself with the wind..you are my friend..
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Come by the hills...

come by the hills to the land, where fancy is free, where rivers run clear and the braken is gold in the sun, and cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is done...
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come by the hills again...

Come by the hills to the land, where life is a song, and sing while the birds fill the air, with their joy all day long, where the trees sway in time, and even the wild wind sings in tune, and cares of tomorrow must wain until this day is done.
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love is everywhere
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poem

Poem, written by an African child...

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Brack,
When I go in the Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still Black...

And you, White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in the Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
When you die, you Grey...

And you calling me Coloured???

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Steps, Stairs and Flights

Some journeys are as long as our lives...once we've reached a certain level of spiritual purification we discover the complexity of our thoughts, the labirinth of ascenting and descending stairs within us. The first words we pronounce, the first steps in childhood are actually the signs of our inner desire to explore the world. The smaller our paces are, the bigger we see the things around us. That might be the reason why we choose stairs, for us to climb higher and see the world smaller. In the end there is actually a question of balance, a flight between the earth and the sky, seeing the small things that lie behing us, feeling the enormous sky above us. The difference is that flying means freedom, eliberation of misconceptions, racism and suffering. As Buddha said:"In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west."
For the man, there is no limit of steps or stairs, no one counts the time spent flying. Still, people hurry too much and they often fall in the waters of the ocean because the sun melts their wax wings with which they want to fly, similarly to Icaros. However, the footprints left on the ladder of life must have the same intensity inside us. The higher we climb in life, the longer we fly. Needless to say, in the end we all touch the ground again. As Emil Cioran said:" For you who no longer posses it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion."

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here i am

Gender
Female
Age
22
about me
blue galactic eagle, wind of the wild fields,inocent spirit of the forest, mountaineer, big muppet(Jack said so)...
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