When the gulls fly
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When the white gulls fly, screaming, the sky is weeping and our dreams die … Nicolae Sfetcu, 3/20/2018
Winter
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it’s winter on my frozen lake the seagulls Nicolae Sfetcu, 03.01.2018
Relativity
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Are we really sad during the yellow autumn, or she is dreary? Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.10.2017
The swan
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Hypocrites, saying we love swans, but we grow ducks. Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.09.2017
The trees
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Autumn is coming, even if the still green trees seem not seeing it. Nicolae Sfetcu, 04.09.2017
The leaves
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The autumn, you see, it’s a new spring for the tree: its leaves are blooming. Nicolae Sfetcu, 01.09.2017
Sunday
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So, every Sunday I wipe the dust of the week‘s days Left all behind me. Nicolae Sfetcu, 13.08.2017
The tree
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The tree forgotten by the birds is aging. Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.08.2017
The Limit
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It matters WHAT, and HOW, but IF is decisive; The age is not the limit, as long as you don’t leave. Nicolae Sfetcu, 17.09.2017
The Duck
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Act like a duck in race: paddling like dickens underneath, but calm on the surface. Nicolae Sfetcu, 08.09.2017 – From a quote by Michael Caine
Autumn
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I feel, it’s here, it always has to be: The autumn, with my yellow tree. The little rain, a classic blues, and me … Nicolae Sfetcu, 18.07.2017
Clouds
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I try to surprise the sunrise on the blue lake; the clouds hide it… Nicolae Sfetcu, 25.07.2017