-You have every right to be happy!
-Without you? It's the same as saying that i have every right to be happy except that i won't.
-Happiness isn't about people, it's about you.
-I won't be me anymore. I was thinking if i'll ever see you again...
-It's like in that song "i'll be seeing you in all that familiar places..In that small cafe;The park across the way".
-And if not just go back to the corner where you first saw me, camp in your sleeping bag, don't move!
-...
-What i hate the most is saying goodbye...I guess i was never good at it, in fact i have never really said goodbye...i go back over and over again and think what i could have said to skip that part...
-Don't tell me goodbye...Look we could say hello instead. I'll go first :"hello, nice to meet you". See? It's not so hard.

YOU!

"Never stop looking for what's not there"
                               -THe magic of belle isle-

And then, there's you, the person i go back over and over again. Whose memories make me smile on a rainy day and the same person who i think of whenever somebody asks me who i want to be like when i "grow up". Stupid, isn't it? For a person without a successful career and without shiny cars, without mansions in Miami or flats in New York. I want to be able to look in the mirror and be proud of what i've done, just like you said - "it doesn't matter what you do but how you do it".

Serile tarzii de vara, cu aroma de cafea si ecouri de chitara.
Corsa-faleza-vama -sprite la sticla.
Smokie si pasarea colibri in pasi de roxanne.
Autan.
Tortul de sfarsit de vara.
Speakinguri in casa veche.
"haum".
Visuri.
Chelneri.
Biblioteca ambulanta de pe francezi.
Matasica.
"Vara viitoare...."