nothing

he likes slivovitza .. she likes shoes and I don't know what I like.
a different place in the same place ..
rain. walking in the rain, the slippers become wet and sandy ...
is quiet. like always was.
you can hear the rain when she is touching the leaves of the grass and trees..
and the rain is warm in the night ..
the end. is no the end .. is just the road that goes..
tomorrow a long way is waiting ..

reading ...

dupa mult timp am terminat de citit shantaram( de gregory david roberts) .. si simt ca trebuie sa incep din nou sa citesc cartea ... o adevarata poveste "plina" de (si cu) india ..