precum aceste frunze cazute din albastrul cerului intre ramurile altor pomi sintem si noi un fel de prizonieri ai lucrurilor pe care le traim. citeodata tot ce ne trebuie e o raza de lumina.

just like these leaves fallen from the blue skies and hanging through the branches of other trees we are some kind of prisoners of the facts of life. sometimes all we need is a beam of light.