Author : Spanu Dumitru Viorel
The Magic
It was before the magic night of Haloween . The magic must not disappear . What about hope ?
I went to the market to borrow a cigarette pack . Sometimes , it happens like this . When I came back in the bus , there was a poor man who was dumb . He wrote on a piece of paper : " I die from starvation " . People in the bus were so poor that nobody gave him a dime or an apple or a little piece of bread . Where is the hope ? And it was before the Holyday of Saint Dumitru . It seems that is so little hope . There are such moments .
The magic must not disappear !
