tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928068227877311870.post6905904541977920952..comments2023-09-21T09:53:52.794+03:00Comments on The Green Foot: Flower sellerEssentia Mundihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13974799587352403289noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928068227877311870.post-70448520142064440582010-10-07T21:09:19.096+03:002010-10-07T21:09:19.096+03:00La o nana ma gandeam si eu cand am vazut-o pe tant...La o nana ma gandeam si eu cand am vazut-o pe tanti din imagine...Mrs. Green Foothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12554009540917740657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928068227877311870.post-37361869170110167142010-10-04T21:03:10.443+03:002010-10-04T21:03:10.443+03:00Imi aduce aminte de nana Floarea, o matusa de a me...Imi aduce aminte de nana Floarea, o matusa de a mea, care nu a plecat din satul ei decat atunci cind Irina, fii-sa, s-a mutat, prin maritis, la Oradea Mare. O vad, desi nu mai e printre noi de multa vreme. Nu exista moment in care sa nu trebaluiasca ceva.Cat jumulea vreo gasca, ingana un cantec numai de ea stiut...<br />Daca era color, imaginea nu-mi mai evoca chipul acelei femei...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com