-by Andrei Dorian Gheorghe-
 
Yesterday evening  when I returned home desolate
after a new hard day at my stressing job,
I felt the pressure of a superior light
for the first time after a few cloudy weeks.
 
“You forget me too often
while I think of you all the time!”
said to me the Moon
and then she asked me:
 
“How many real friends
do you have?”