Lacrimile de durere au un gust care ustura si arde, sunt prea ude si lipsite de sens. Si totusi plangi pentru ca iti dai seama ca nu mai poti face nimic.
„No, I’ll not weep. I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, or ere…I’ll weep. O, fool, I shall go mad. ” – W. Shakespeare, King Lear
…just a bad day.
I.D.M.
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