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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2007-01-18 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | The city lights are drawing him closer the lone wanderer, hungry for food and love he enters, mingles with the crowd, a drink, a chat, a laugh, who knows what will be, he takes his chance… A window alight, not far away, shelters a girl lost in dreams, waiting for the one, hoping and searching the street, she knows she has to leave her lonely room and merge with the city to feel its life, its energy, to once again take her heart, maybe this is the day… someone will talk to me, someone nice, someone true, maybe my heart will lead me… this time… She finds a bar with music and joy friendly eyes shine in the dim light another night, another dream, is this my chance? Who knows what will be… Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007
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