In other times, the songs of the pandemic would have been graffiti on the walls of the halls in the lights of the wagons leaving the outskirts of the cities. The cities have been emptied of the world, the fear and love of the people stuck in front of the digital terminals remained on the walls, impermissibly exceeding the number of tags, for the times when future civilizations will become downright uncivilized, they will take a pencil in their hand and fill sheets of paper with thoughts that will seem foreign to them, in order to think thoughts that will seem foreign to them, to answer us. God will once again send butterflies on their tongues/ and they will breathe nothing but the word life. 2020 kisses your protective masks. Augustin Cupșa The essential and the self-evident are the signs of the victory of eternity over history, of the general over the particular, of the All over the little. So, beyond the proper reverence towards the surrealist heritage, Luiza brought to the digital light many roads to the great place, the Book. Each verse means a man, a state, an unrepeatable saved on Facebook from re-clusion by the temptation of poetic communication. The thoughts in the songs and the voices in the lyrics are essences, they are momentary convictions, from the time when we met happily and alone. We were called, we came, we gave everything we could to give the best of the personal minute, from the ideas flashed by Luiza's tag. And she now carries the news about us, those locked in the houses, but not in ourselves. Black Xenia
