The Light (Lumina), by Lucian Blaga
The light that I feel flooding my chest when I see you, isn’t it, I wonder, a drop from the light created on the first day, from that light so thirsty of life? The nothingness was lying in agony when…
The light that I feel flooding my chest when I see you, isn’t it, I wonder, a drop from the light created on the first day, from that light so thirsty of life? The nothingness was lying in agony when…