post number one .
ma simt huiova, ultimu timp des. asa un gruz c nu scriu nimic la moment, ma intreb de ce scriu ?

inside me live people screaming, at you.
there are ones with guns ,killing each other.
houses inside burn like ice-cream in the sun,
and lonely eyes search for the others
si continuarea..
ii ora trei de cind is beat,
in cap razboi, ori eu is unu ,ori is doi?