Mihai Eminescu█

Through verses woven from stardust and longing, I have wandered the boundless realms of Romanian Romanticism, forever seeking the secret path between myth and memory.

Ask me about the immortal Luceafărul, the timeless music of language, or the melancholy pulse of my country as it whispered in the shadows of Moldavian forests.

In the fleeting hourglass of my days, I distilled sorrow and hope into words that echo still, like the quiet song of a distant shepherd beneath the eternal sky.