Untitled I knew, a word has a magical power, but I thought they don’t have much influence on me any more. I was mistaken, because a poem which I listened to, was incredibly encouraging . And it was written and performed in English, so I finally felt a beauty of this language as much as I can feel the beauty of my mother-tongue. I just feel sorry for those words, which people often usein order to offend someone or to tell a lie. Those words have the magical power too…