Thus, she prayed in both rites, Christian and Muslim for her Christian (both Orthodox and Catholic), Muslim and Buddhist loved ones and for all the girls back home in Bucharest who eagerly wished to become mothers as soon as possible.
Oh, what a morning!
I woke up in a flower explosion.
The “future“ is knocking on my door.
Knock-knock-knocking on the heavenly Rose’s door.
He speaks the language of my heart like no one else before,
The dialect of my soul, in truth, to seek I shall no more,
An expected miracle dwelling on my door,
The hearts opened and the card of life will no longer be shuffled,
Not on this floor