Two wolves fight in the heart of a man, one is love, another one is hate…
Every man is a sign on Earth, a soul caught in the prison of time… memories written on the walls of time!

It all started many years ago, in a beautiful spring, in a small village located in the Danube plain, Grojdibodu (Hotaru)…
This is the story of me and my loved ones, a carousel of time, inner fears, feelings and fears.
It is a journey through time, into a lost paradise, where the smell of sound and the power of old words come to mind.
Come on, sit on the old bench at the gate. After a long time I returned home, where nothing was the same as before, neither the valley in which I used to play, nor the poplars we ran past, nor the dust that burned our bare feet in the summer.
At the sign everything changed, and I woke up in a cathedral of mirrors, where the sun pours into rivers of light.
It’s a carousel of emotions and dreams…
Everything seems to be like a room with walls strewn with memories.
It’s summer again, I have been waiting on the steps of the church, looking at the holy paintings, the return of my loved ones from their long journey without return and tears start flowing on my face…
There I waited with a childish soul, smelling nard and incense that easily enveloped me.
It is a journey in which I found my way, almost forgetting about myself in the mist of time…
These are just some of my inner feelings. Deep down, they are like fog, through which light tries to pass, like a thick spider’s web.

The perfumes of my stories are only the concrete meant to take us over the edge of our dreams.