Everything must look great in an air baloon, that's what she thought. And as she was getting higher and higher, leaving behind grounds and silhouettes that became less available for the eye, that idea suddently seemed to be real. Nevertheless, she has always dreamt of flying.
What do you think of Paris when mentioned? Do you find it bohemian enough or maybe so cliche nowadays? I must admit that after my biggest wish of seeing Paris came true, i realised one can describe it only by dropping the bomb: it must be the best or it must be the worst. There is no middle way. May be the history behind it, may be the air, may be its people?
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...that with every summer start, Caragiale highschool in Bucharest stops traffic on Dorobanti boulevard for its freshly graduates, who organize a parade with costumes they make (one type of costume per class), screaming their class name as loudly as they can.
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And the last ones of the series, i think. Unless i think again. :-) Here they were, you-know-who, playing at you-ll-never-guess-where, in celebration of their brand new shiny first album out now somewhere in May. Hope this will not cover your questions entirely, because poetry popping (here's a new concept) out of the blue might be a way to undo sleepless nights. Ctrl+Z
What does it take to reveal every bit of difference one has in a group?
And what does one put up to when confronting "the others"?
