The birthday of the greatest Romanian poet, Mihai Eminescu [read a poem here], coincides with that of my best friend, Edith [see last year's post about her].
We had a short but fun birthday party at her place on the 15th..
with her girls..
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One day, as I was coming home from an exam, I was dazzled by the scenery on the sides of the road leading to my house.. The fog floating above the barren ploughed land and the cries of the birds conspired to rise in me a feeling of anxiety.
It felt like I was in another world, far-away, in one of my dreams.. It was irreal, too beautiful to be genuine. I imagined that if I stopped and went out of my car, I might never be able to go back to my real life.. so I decided to go on and just come back and surprise that eerie world on my camera.
I soon got home, grabbed the photo camera, put my roller skates on and went off to take some shots.. [with my not pro skills 
] But, as all the beautiful or dreadful dreams we have, by the time I got back there, it was all gone..
] But, as all the beautiful or dreadful dreams we have, by the time I got back there, it was all gone..This is all that was left for my human eyes and optical lenses:
