The great discovery of the author of this book is in favor of the mature people and lies in the fact that they have an acute need of right arsenals that are more important than the conventional ones. In this regard, he urges the readers who love serving communion in spirit to arm themselves with Fairytales of high caliber and other devices for the battle and let the bedtime stories to young children. His ammunition could be extracted from the "rare stone" and some ores with therapeutic value, while for the light to extend its benefactor wide range over the good souls, he has bound, in an almost organic way, the text to certain references and vice versa, releasing, as possible, the elevator reflections.
When Fairytales, love messages, counts and sentences turn into weapons
and when two realms and two contrary forces (Grandparents and phantoms) interfere in the physical plan, or they will take you on mystical coordinates, reality can be allegorically assumed, to reveal its sense and secrets to a better peace-loving future. When it stays against you, and reflects parodically your contempt, fear, prejudices and misunderstandings, that means it could be time for some revisions before the evil getting to generate abnormalities, crisis or even a disaster.
Celelalte mioare, bucuroase de diversitate
au suplimentat, cu măsură, la tradiționala hrană
și au ajuns să fie numite Ecumenice
iar păstorii lor, „mai ortomani“, le-au dus la pășunat
la mătasea dulce a șesurilor scăldate în lumină
și la aerul proaspăt pentru plămâni.
Oile Năzdravane n-au mers și, datorită îngustelor accepții
le-au crescut colții, apoi simțul critic odată cu ei
blana li s-a pigmentat și le-a fost mai țepoasă
cărnița mai tare, iar brânza a râncezit.
Cu mioarele, agresiv, au început
The travels with this spirit were getting, little by little, a cosmic feature, and the fascination was rewarding any unfulfilled curiosity.
They have travelled by air an undefined itinerary, penetrating the lights of an aurora borealis, have crossed
„Fairytale forests with enchanted trees and with white does“
and arrived in a beautiful landscape with rocks and luxurious vegetation.
The green summer foliage, nicely rustling, was inspiring health and vitality.
TALES of KIND
"As soon as he uttered the word Grandfather, as if he had told earthquake, the four skittered, some by the tractor sides, some other perched on the cab, and their father was stepping strongly on the acceleration control pedal. But like blazes to get rid of such a determined guy. He could be seen clearly now under the fire light, the character who was coming, a tall old man, with