Danut Chidon

… Walked quietly on the alley between blogs, when the roar of a beast Salbateca me shudder … a long scream, poor you double the first! then pack also howls fill my ears to the brim … in vain the „escape”, I was not out … merciless fangs, shining in the moonlight, were all … filfiau breeches as sin, pix I fell from your pocket to be steamed glasses prinsera scant breath … running without the power to look back, like many politicians germ of the beast called democracy! After the noise I was spending account that I was not alone … alley between blogs suddenly become too small … dozens of hands, legs scattered in all directions …. filled the horizon behind us, barking dogs ruthless and constantly threatening …. democracy – the beast of fear was still far ahead of us, just feels breath … had become difficult road, the rain that had set us izbea with large drops and cold … became staggering and uncertain steps … Europe was still on. .. running to it, new dogs and rain … not cease until the skin wet running hunted by dogs that keep us from the sun …. not seem to rise of blogs … shadows sorts alongside haladuiau November … walking rats red, foul and FLAMINZI tirau their scaly tails … had to choose …. I had no where to, not even the power to us so … exhausted and lehamtuiti News, May we hope to reaches the end … I was tired out our …. our chance was Europe, where democracy was then running giddy? scared of the beast behind us, sick of pink rats, running desperate in the rain …. night descended quietly … in our souls! Some blogs are ill let silence, silence inability of us ….. worn out, frozen in the project, remained mere stone blogs on freedom of us …. go to Europe!