" Cititorule, as fi vrut sa scriu pentru tine, cea mai frumoasa poveste...dar povestea seamana cu mine. Iar eu, am o viata...de hartie. In mine nu exista nimic, in afara de tot...ce scrie! "
(Quijote de Ada Milea)

When I'll be gone
And all that's left of me, will be just dust and bones
Under a piece of land, a cold inscriptioned stone
Come and play me a song.
Remember me as the one that loved love,
Come and play me a song
Remember me as the artist
The free will
The bird
The sky
Oh, the wind
The leaf that never falls but always floats...
Remember me as I always wanted to be
The shiny moon
Moonlight
A tree
Remember me I wanted to stay...alive!