de Anca Horga I've transited many paths,To feel, to learn, to understand,Gave up my silks and gold,To sit with the people who could bring the rain."Rudă paparudă", again and again.They used to talk to forests,But let others cut their trees,Denying their origin, of nothing to feed.Nomads, as ancient thracians were,Went on looking for other territories.Out in …
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