The light that springs from the abode of the spirit is your inner light itself, the aura that protects you, and writes your destiny. Everything becomes magical, pure air, breath, which in concentric circles spreads everywhere, in the trees, in the sky, in your soul. Golden melancholy, autumn dream, the maturity of the soul reconciled with itself.
Vasile Bogdan
Prose writer, publicist, radio and television editor.
