I walk slowly because I was in a hurry
Good cannot be born from evil, just as a fig cannot be born from an olive tree: the fruit corresponds to the seed.
Seneca
Prudence sees not only the ideal, but the just possible.
Thomas Aquinas
quiet house - the grandfather naps and the granddaughter sleeps
Carlos Seabra
The Sea Glimpsing the horizon, I see the indigo blue sky. Where are the people and their madness? I can imagine small boats appearing on the horizon, nothing...
Gleidson Melo
About the Kiss Synchronized movements... The heart beats faster The hands have their places The eyes close And the lips touch The kiss... Then sighs...
Arturo Angelin