Love, the feeling of imperfect beings, given that the function is to lead the being to perfection, even when one cannot always be perfect. An Im-perfect.
Here I am... touching the brightness of the stars... flying over the clouds... mirroring the waters... smelling the flowers... touching degrees of sand...
Larissa Aparecida Roberto
The man who demands freedom is thinking about happiness.
Claude Aveline
The methods are the true riches.
Friedrich Nietzsche
I am no longer without you, but just your dream.
Pablo Neruda
And with the wind taking the small leaves the wrong way, we would possibly be lost. And the heat of the Sun will not be able to guide us, because even if the light in...
Deborah Dalsasso