You love the first person with who you want to share a song, a painting, a thought, a book.
Other Quotes by "Natașa Alina Culea"
The arteries of the city gradually begin to be crossed by cars with drivers who are searching for something, half asleep. Their automatic gestures reveal the monotony in which they bath like in a warm muddy puddle, like a drop of water in the fractured asphalt, sometimes dreaming of being a drop of ocean.
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