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'Monsters are rarely born; they are often made.'

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'O planetă [...] / gata / să-mi ciuruie centurile / de serotonină.'

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#noreferendum #loveisforall

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'It was a murder, but not a crime.'

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Memories of Summer

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September Saturdays with Ana / Haga project

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One, two, make it fun / Don't trust anyone

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Lana 4ever

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Catch a wave and take in the sweetness / Think about it, the darkness, the deepness / All the things that make me who I am

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The Art of Love

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Vintage Fav no. 2

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Vintage Fav no. 1

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Comisie de cercetare

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FYF

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Dancing Saturday night away. Always gratefulness for my connection teachers and the hundreds of hours of dance practice.

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Nothing exists; all is a dream. God — man — the world — the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars — a dream, all a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space — and you! "I!" And you are not you — you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream — your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into the nothingness out of which you made me.... I am perishing already — I am failing — I am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in shoreless space, to wander its limitless solitudes without friend or comrade forever — for you will remain a thought, the only existent thought, and by your nature inextinguishable, indestructible. But I, your poor servant, have revealed you to yourself and set you free. Dream other dreams, and better! / Mark Twain, 'The Mysterious Stranger' // ph: Ana Bog

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Un serial matur despre umanitate, așa cum este ea

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În punctul cel mai neted al resemnării

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Duminică, la Institutul Blecher

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Best month of the year

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First days of September, in 2 Mai, at Sean Hillen's B-day. Party theme 'Out of this world'

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I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself. / Petrarca, Selected Poems

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Sometimes you wake up in someone else's dream. / 'Succubus Blues'

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'This is for the ones who stood their ground'

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There’s something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave. / Charlotte Eriksson, 'Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps'

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Toamna @ primul Institut Blecher din septembrie