i dont like to repeat myself, but i will: today there was an explosion - emfijar, as they call it out here. when it happens, it just blows up something in you. and for a while you feel like you are falling to pieces. then, however, you need to fix yourself up again, like a patchwork. though you never get the pieces right back as they were before. something changes in you, the threads are not quite as strong...
these kids grow up much too fast, i wish they could hold on to their childhood as long as they can, play in the blue lagoon under a marble red sky, butterflies flying around them in circles of joy as the wind carries petals of hope...
