IMG_3744Our expectations are made of hope and waiting. Our expectations are those stinging our hearts because pain reminds us we are alive. When we reach a certain level of emotion, we lose the consciousness of our body, we mix up with the air around us. As if to mingle with the air around us is the best type of silence we could have. Hope and waiting are made of silence, But us, humans, we are talkative beings and sometimes we need to kill our expectations, just to be able to build new ones. As long as we live, we will be looking for people with whom silence disappears. -Iona Cristina Casapu

The weather here is gloomy and the air is beginning to feel cooler. I hope that wherever you are today, the weather is perfect too, and that you are enjoying it as much as I do!

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