A POEM TO CALL YOUR OWN Time runs and takes me along Your face always appears in my eyes A smile invades my heart When I look at you I don't even know what...
Morality is the backbone of imbeciles.
Francis Picabia
The poacher lives in the forests; the smuggler lives in the mountains or at sea. Cities produce fierce men because they corrupt. The mountains, the sea and the forest create...
Victor Hugo
Love is a gift with no return.
Valter da Rosa Borges
I keep getting lost in your steps, I'm not complaining, I just want to find myself once and for all, in your arms
M. Kiffer
Love: I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see you and my mouth so I wouldn't say... And from my closed eyes tears came down that I didn't wipe away, and from my mouth closed in...
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