I must have been a poet, that might justify the high sensibility drifted apart.But then, I ask myself:“What is a poet without his voice of happiness?” “What is a poet when his sensibility is found in nothing but fatal solitude and deep melancholy?!”My beliefs pour into unfounded questions of my soul's floated songs. (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)

-Claudia Pavel

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