Am realizat în timp că, de fapt, fiecare zi despre care nu poți sa povestești ceva frumos sau plăcut, e o zi în care ai fost orb și surd, o zi în care ai ales sa nu fii atent, să nu asculți, să ignori…o zi pe care tu ai făcut-o urâtă și nesemnificativă..
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Hello, there! My name is Diana. I was born to inhale words instead of air, to have ink instead of blood, to live thousands of years everything people live in a moment. Since I remember myself, I had this deep connection with the moon, autumn, and woods. I was the sensitive child in the family or the weirdest one. I discovered my passion at an early age, but my wings were broken since I was in high school. Didn't stop flying. Moved to another country , where I had to learn another language in order to express myself. I am an overexcited person who adores words and struggles with grammar. I write gritty short stories, novels, and poems, holidays articles. View all posts by daianapirgaru