Writings

Shadows. Which I can feel but cannot see. Thunder. Trumpet sounds, the lions flee. Signs. Time is coming, the enemy's weak. Deceit. Guide...

Where does the white go when the snow melts? I look at the question without a clue regarding what our philosophy teacher wants from us....

The air is crisp, the leaves are gold Autumn’s here, with its magic so bold The sun sets early, the nights grow long But the loveliness...

This e-brochure contains the 1st part of a joint project between VII.B from JZSUK and X. D from the Gheorghe Sincai High School (with...