04 apr.

Sometimes the silence behind my thoughts screams, leaving behind a certain smell of bitterness.

I always stand between the miserable reality and the piles of dreams I keep collecting and I forget to wipe the dust collected because of the fucking time that is selling more and more expensive.

I collect with the corners of old napkins the tears that trickle down over the cheeks that I constantly meet in my travels and I torment myself in the nights that do not let me sleep in peace, to turn them into pieces of happiness .

I run more and more slowly on the paths trodden by only my boots on the edge of which I left seeds long ago of smile, to have passers-by reap in the months of April when spring still does not know if it has come or if it has to go .

I look for the people I choose through an extremely rigorous selection, with whom I can write The Miraculous Story of anyone .

I’ll be right back .

I hug you with love, endorphin.

P.S. This one was also for our international friends. 🌏🌎🌍

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Scris de pe aprilie 4, 2022 în De ale vietii


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  1. HopeLess

    aprilie 4, 2022 at 3:55 pm

    English version… in black and white. 🙂

    • Endorfinul

      aprilie 4, 2022 at 4:02 pm

      Just for a small change. Thank you ! 😍🌏

      • HopeLess

        aprilie 4, 2022 at 4:06 pm

        Anytime! 🙂


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