The ground slips away from the feet, emptiness invades the soul. Anguish and sadness are constant. The days become gray, the birdsong no longer enchants. What to do?

Lairce

What kills me is, The words spoken by those who say they love What kills is the indifference that, attacks the viscera, You kill with blows inside what for you...

jR

The biggest thieves I know wear suits and ties, are treated like authorities, and are very well received wherever they are...

Augusto Branco

Loneliness... Word without Emotion Makes the Heart sad That even though in love, it becomes desperate and in the absence of the Beloved it seeks another PASSION

Ka T

Abundance made me poor.

Ovid

After years of complaining about absence, today I see that absence can be a way to discover who really deserves my attention.

Andreza Filizzola