"I know!... You cannot fly half winged... Love is not justified by commodities and emotions replaced by old marionettes." (Anca M. Bruma - I Know!... Your Wings Still Grow Inside My Chest!..)

"I know!... You are not suspended between Light and Word anymore but..... your naked wings still grow inside my chest!" (Anca M. Bruma - I Know!... Your Wings Still Grow Inside My Chest!..)

"I Know!... You are not suspended between Light and Word anymore... ...just my hands smell of Love..." (Anca M. Bruma - I Know!... Your Wings Still Grow Inside My Chest!...)

"Love!... of so much yearning I have gathered belated dawns, meeting you only at the junction between deja vu and wingbeats..." (Anca M. Bruma - Of So Much Yearning)

Just listening to the late blossom,and smell sunrises of your departures, ceasing to gather each of your drop, now, your eyes’ blade does not hurt… anymore… (Anca M. Bruma - At Your Door, The Night Closed Itself…)

Your shadow arose from me… it crushed me! Even the butterfly took its flight back… All the withdrawals hit me on the ground, and there is no more reason for what… or to whom… (Anca M. Bruma - Your Shadow Arose From Me… It Crushed Me!)