Running in search of pleasure, one stumbles upon pain.
Past Before the flight of the bird, which passes and leaves no trace, Than the passage of the animal, which is remembered on the ground. The bird passes by and forgets, and that's how it should be. The animal,...
Fernando Pessoa
shadow of light on the moon and lake target street
Alice Ruiz
Morning to be happy This is a morning to be happy in a place, somehow, it's a morning to be happy... This is a morning for two, for two together hugging...
J. G. de Araújo Jorge
Friends are like the wind... It is impossible to hold them between your hands... They sometimes have another direction, A path that is not ours... Friends are like the wind...
Isabelle (Izethy)
The heart is a bird, and passion is a branch... Birds have wings, branches have thorns.
Henry Flausino Perine