Fragments of your lost memories By Moldovan Cosmin  ,

Amazed at remembering rusty nail as

Brillian animal touched tenderly with my red hand
On the bright plains, an old woman slip to the end

Scarecrow ready to sacrifice

Sometimes you are looking for the lost time

The boy who breathed in furnaces is wearing the flag of our memories

The Promenade in the poppies orchard

Your solitude growing in my horizon

Look back with pride to your nothingness horizon