When we love, the blizzard becomes symphony.
aphorism by Vasile Ghica from The Grey Reservation (2011), translated by Dan Costinaş
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1 Rick said on 12 January 2017: |
| When we love, we have butterflies in our stomach, but if love disappears, the butterflies become wild wasps. |