A fost o vremea...

                                                                                    

                                                                                             

                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                

 

“ Am spus-o intotdeauna: singur, nu fac doi bani . Trebuie sa iubesc nebuneste pe cineva sau ceva, ca sa nu ma simt gol si fara rost, ca un bostan uscat, uitat in porumbiste dupa cules. Asa sunt eu croit".

                                   Panait Istrati

                                                                                                           



                                                                               Oamenii astia... nu mai fac iubirile ca altadata...