I was also blind as a night cab’s sign lamp whose driver has no clue about how many love stories or disillusions he binds between destinations ‘till morning, I was also deaf as a stone rounded in wave’s rustling, I was also mute as a pianist who silently presses his passion on the keys, but I also sang the chorus, alone in the crowd, I heard in my pulse at the edge of heart attack, my unsaid I …… citeste mai mult