…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken.
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.

— William Shakespeare

… si anii trec, si oamenii trec, si ne avem doar pe noi … si amintirile cu oameni si intamplari care nu vor trece niciodata… si amintirea care nu trece niciodata, e iubirea.

… amintirile … ce povara mare pentru un creier atat de mic si o inima asa de slaba
… uitare. uitare.


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