Living is tuning the instrument
mountain pheasant, the spring sun treads its tail
Yosa Buson
No one is bad, and how much harm has been done.
Victor Hugo
Whoever indulges in vanity and does not indulge in meditation will eventually envy the person who has made an effort in meditation.
Buddhist Texts
Jehovah and my refuge
Maria Ilza Silva Gomes
Beautiful vision I had of you. While I looked at you. You smiled and hugged me. And I felt hot. Your warm mouth ran over my neck, your hands caressed...
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