Mihai Ciobanu - Copilarie,parca-ai Fost Mai Ieri Guide

"Copilarie," he whispered to the wind, "parca-ai fost mai ieri."

He walked further into the tall grass, feeling the scratch of summer on his skin. He could almost hear the echo of his own laughter ringing out from the old barn, joined by the voices of friends long gone to the city or the soil. They had been rich with nothing but wooden hoops and imagination. Mihai Ciobanu - Copilarie,parca-ai fost mai ieri

It truly felt like only yesterday that he sat at his grandfather’s feet, watching the old man’s calloused hands carve stories into wood. He remembered the kitchen filled with the scent of fresh bread and the hearth fire that promised safety against the winter howling outside. Back then, the world ended at the crest of the next hill, and that was enough. "Copilarie," he whispered to the wind, "parca-ai fost