Everything squeezes the insane conscience Fear compresses the perfume of the flower Dry flower Despair and pain. Spoonful of sugar and tea Cinnamon powder Two dice and one roll Only. only...

Rafaella Arruda

The Dream How many times, in dreams, the wings of longing I release to where you are, and I stay close to you! How sad reality is after the dream! Like everything, without you,...

Olaf Bilac

For man is made of banality, and he names habit as his mistress.

Friedrich Schiller

Dying is a selfish act of the soul.

Oronian

I've failed over and over and over in my life, and that's why I succeeded.

Michael Jordan

Madness is not my problem, I am bothered by normality.

Amanda Rosa