Muma Pădurii 
Pricolici 
Zburătorul 
Imagine all the faces you will imagine 
Ileana Cosânzeana 
Moșu” 
Cerbul 
Baba 
A chair 
The sacrifice of the lamb 
Rooster
-We usually met at seven in the evening. There was nobody who cold see us there. I noticed we have no shadows. 
We were here. 
– When? Yesterday we were not here? 
– I remember my first kiss. I don`t remember her name. 
– We are nowhere. 
– The trees seemed darker, the air was unbreathable, the sun was lost. At five years old I fell from the walnut tree we had in our garden. 
– We are here. 
– Ileana I believe. I remember the green gate. 
– Will we be here tomorrow?
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