of the woman on the beach, over the last tide, the night spreads
I just want someone to save my night, Someone to take me away from this boredom, Someone to free me from these damn Saturdays. I just want someone to listen to me, Al...
Wendel Machado
Facts must prove the goodness of words.
Seneca
The condescensions of the great are only polite slights.
Emanuel Wertheimer
TODAY. Today I felt like writing Writing I don't know what, but for you Today I felt like hugging you To lose myself in your arms To wrap myself in hugs...
Unknown
The soul is dyed with the color of your thoughts.
Marcus Aurelius