The medieval and pottery festivals have gone by leaving many more of Sibiu citizens happier about their acquisitions, and yet so much poorer... As always, too many things to enchant the eye and steal the purse...yet eventually one realises most of them are just trifles to be thrown away the next season.
Another year with good and bad has gone by... accomplishments and dreams, flights towards the sky and diving into the deepest of the earth's waters... and the rest is.... me wishing you Heaven, Freddie! From heaven, spread your angel wings tomorrow and fly as guardian and protector over someone I care about dearly, as he might need angel intervention and strength. Give me this present tomorrow on your birthday, please, angel Freddie...
still now, a few days later, things seem blurry and down...it is as if the lights and colours have lost their power on my eyes, my heart trying to harden in an attempt to heal itself.... And yet, despite being down, I know I cannot give up on love, of any kind and in any circumstances. No matter how hurt I might be, how down and blue I might get, the chords of my heart will vibrate on the same tune over and over endlessly...high and low tones, violins and drums, piano keys being gently touched by invisible fingers...