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!)

(Anca M. Bruma - My Wings Have Not Widen For A Trivial Love…)

You took my anthem!.. An hour of absolution I try to find, your existence to be shaken from my being, your caress to be erased from my skin and forget the reasons of your own oblivion. (Anca M. Bruma - My Wings Have Not Widen For A Trivial Love…)

I am not ready for another flight!.. At the corner of each second, Love still howls of so much yearnings… cold and arid… (Anca M. Bruma - I Do Not Wish)

"I do not wish for shores where sleeplessness temple can rest, in hope the universe will narrow inside me.I converted my wings into taciturn stones!" (Anca M. Bruma - I Do Not Wish)