Navigam vioi printre ganduri amare, intinerind. Se topise deja. Armonia cuvantului mut, prizonier de ghetar monden,  impas de substanta…

Lakers won a close game again as I predicted…Fate. I left Staples Center in a hurry, my mind on USC…They’ll play tomorrow .

 Citeam pe-ntuneric lumina sufletului tau.  M-auzeam prin tine citind…