Te așteptam cuminte pe vremea asta care atârnă a greu.
când vii acasă, să iei te rog un șervețel/ sau, și mai bine – un umăr de plâns pe el//
Iv cel naiv, SMS 155.
Te așteptam cuminte pe vremea asta care atârnă a greu.
când vii acasă, să iei te rog un șervețel/ sau, și mai bine – un umăr de plâns pe el//
Iv cel naiv, SMS 155.
I met a friend. We walked around. I met a cat. He owned a bike.
I met some kids doing their homework on the streets.
A lot of ‘I’s were flashed along this journey. Don’t worry, though, my soul was rather stormy.
I met a stranger who kept me well outside of danger.
Photos taken with a borrowed Olympus Pen. Probably the most precious little camera I have ever laid my hands on.
Thank you. ♥
Bucharest. I live here. I love it.
Unofficially, summer is here. We had our first thunder-wonder storm last Sunday and now the temperature never drops below 15. I call it heaven. The only downsize to it is that we still have offices to attend to. A green lunchbreak will always charge your batteries. Disconnect for a moment and let the sunshine soothe your soul.
Ah, Bucharest, sometimes…