"Autumn has came. Cover my heart with something. With the shadow of a tree, or better with your shadow "

There are words that, when you hear them or read them, you overwhelm yourself with the feeling that you wanted to be able to give a voice to the miraculous life, in which you fully appreciate. We find in the beautiful words of others signs of their own love or dishonor. We find happily surprisingly that others have felt like us, and have found before us the power to sing, write, recite, which has overwhelmed us too much by greatness.

"Autumn has came. Cover my heart with something. With the shadow of a tree, or better with your shadow "- Nichita Stanescu