se duc, se intorc si se-nvârt
ca într-un film halucinant și mut.
Se pierd florile pe câmp,
se prind ideile în gând.
Money, years, lives and deaths
they come, they go and swirl
like in an old and silent movie.
Flowers are withering in the fields
as ideas in our thoughts take roots.
photo by Alberto Polo Iañez (http://albertopoloianez.deviantart.com/)
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