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Parfumul tau mi-a picurat dulceag in suflet precum un narcotic dezvaluind copilul intre aripi de fluturi, fiara cu spirit tulburator, ingerul revarsator de liniste.

Am sfidat dimineti impreuna, ore, ere, timpuri, spatii ..uitand realitatea.

Ne-am ingaduit sa inspiram idealismul luandu-ne zborul si daca otrava ne va deveni fatala iluzie, vom fi cel putin mai intelepti.

Your perfume sweetly dripped into my soul like a narcotic revealing the child between butterflies wings, the beast with troubled spirit, the angel overflowing with peace.

We defied mornings together, hours, ages, times, spaces ..forgetting reality.

We have allowed ourselves to inspire idealism by taking our flight and if the poison becomes a fatal illusion, we will be at least wiser.