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“Hay… Life, life… Get out of the corthai, put me again on the tooth…Look… lies in the colorful ditmot, the dead motan…” Nichita Stanescu / Ballad Motanului. Good night! …

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Quiet! It's the pasta.

Beyond the profane of the daily life, there is an almost sacred peace, the peace of the people who know what kindness means. Unfortunately in the agitation and day noise …

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