When the gulls fly
When the white gulls fly, screaming, the sky is weeping and our dreams die … Nicolae Sfetcu, 3/20/2018
When the white gulls fly, screaming, the sky is weeping and our dreams die … Nicolae Sfetcu, 3/20/2018
it’s winter on my frozen lake the seagulls Nicolae Sfetcu, 03.01.2018
Are we really sad during the yellow autumn, or she is dreary? Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.10.2017
Hypocrites, saying we love swans, but we grow ducks. Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.09.2017
Autumn is coming, even if the still green trees seem not seeing it. Nicolae Sfetcu, 04.09.2017
The autumn, you see, it’s a new spring for the tree: its leaves are blooming. Nicolae Sfetcu, 01.09.2017
So, every Sunday I wipe the dust of the week‘s days Left all behind me. Nicolae Sfetcu, 13.08.2017
The tree forgotten by the birds is aging. Nicolae Sfetcu, 06.08.2017
I try to surprise the sunrise on the blue lake; the clouds hide it… Nicolae Sfetcu, 25.07.2017
… and in the morning, on the lake, the sleeping gulls dream of the blue sea… Nicolae Sfetcu, 04.08.2017