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Iubirea constă în putinţa de a da bucurie celuilalt.

- Cuviosul Emilianos Simonopetritul

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Inktober 2017 Day 30: Found

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I remember having gone through Crises, and each one promised to change everything forever. But by the end of it, I felt like nothing had changed. And yet rummaging through my closet, there was this creeping sense of terror of changes here and there, of clothes I’ve never worn popping in view and bags that had receipts to comic shops I’ve never been to. It felt like erasing a pencil drawing and drawing over it; the original work is still there, stuck in the fibers.

Feeling stressed, I sat on the floor and massaged my temples. Was there a point in time that I’ve felt happier than now? Did I ever feel bright and hopeful without a shred of cynicism?

Was there a time when everything was Golden?

[sergio-dell-violoncello]

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Cello Friday:

Johannes Brahms Sonata no. 1 in E minor for cello and piano op. 38: III. Allegro Ophélie Gaillard - Cello Ferenc Vizi - Piano