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Ploua, se topeste zapada , se scurge si se intoarce in pamant, revine Acasa... si ma indeamna s-o urmez. Ce inseamna pentru mine Acasa? Nu stiu ... inca... ,..dar ma face sa ma gandesc la Berceuse de Brahms...

“I’ve forgotten your face in the rains of November,

                                         I’ve forgotten your voice — I don’t want to remember”                    

                                                             Phyllis A. Whitney, Rainsong