I move a white day,he moves a black one.
It's summer....
And i could only choose the white pieces.
In fact,i always choose them.
Because they're white….
And because he always wins.
And the end,it rains,
I have a black calenda
And his is white.
Then,it's winter at my place.
We play.
And i choose white again
because he asks me to look out the window
And even if i didn't,
i Would still choose white,
because it's winter....
And because i like to believe
that it's more beautiful to lose with white
then to win with black.

Ola Diana Ruxandra
Ix-th grade
The national college "Unity"
Targu Mures
Guiding teatcher: Bako Aliz