When I write, I touch silences that block arteries. -
Paineira in bloom: Abandoned big house, without roofs or doors
H. Masuda Goga
Death is a brief moment of pain. Nothing more than that. So it's impossible to fulfill my revenge with such a small thing as death.
Samurai X
My Inheritance: A Flower I found you in my garden Sad Broken heart Aloof animal I took you for myself Like a bandit Full of vices And I did it like this...
Vanessa da Mata
The word dies When it is said, Someone says it. I say she begins to live That day.
Emily Dickinson
A flowering tree is bare in autumn. Beauty turns into ugliness, youth into old age and error into virtue. Nothing always stays the same and nothing exists re...
Dalai Lama