by Marin Sorescu.
Când deodată în fața mea,
S-au desfăcut doua drumuri :
Unul la dreapta,
Şi altul la stânga,
După toate regulile simetriei. 259 more words
Sitting on the railway platform in Albuquerque, I soak up the sun and notice how much it affects the way I feel. I think maybe I was only ever depressed because I didn’t spend hours walking in sunshine back home because the sunshine was blocked by cloud cover like 70% of the time. 1,547 more words
As I write, the latest fall of 2 or 3” of snow yesterday is melting. Towards the end of the first prolonged period of snow when it hung around for about 10 days, and I’d been cooped up for so long, I braved the outdoors during a brief fine spell for a short walk. 342 more words