Love is…
…something like the clouds that were in the sky, bbefore the sun came out. You cannot touch the clouds, you know but you feel the rain and know How glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either, But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
iar de dragoste?
de fapt decat de naspa mai bine asa.
Caramida cu caramida se construieste totul in viata, chiar si dragostea. Pupici!