Nearby I scratch your name in the sand In the silence of reflections You leave my fingers But it is in my mouth that you leave me The taste of roses in you I know of paths and streets I know of...
I confess that the human race is not as bad as some people proclaim it to be in the hope of governing it.
Voltaire
Even with so much wealth out there, where is the honesty?
Gonzaguinha
A gun is not a weapon, Marge. It's a tool, like a butcher's face, or a harpoon, or... or a crocodile!
homer simpson
Marina is big, on mp4, there's only Madonna, she's on the corner waiting for the ride from the rascal with the honey eyes, who's going to take her to the motel... *KKK
mah
Whoever dominates himself is never a slave.
Seneca