An artist is a dreamer who consents to dreaming the real world.
She cried, he smiled. She smiled at him, he laughed at her. She suffered, he didn't even care. He lied, she believed. She was waiting for him, he didn't come back. She speaks...
Unknown
Wolf Wild wolf, that's how I am, When I come across your image, My eyes darken, My mouth becomes watery, My claws sharp... Ready to attack you,...
LUCIANA MANDARINO
There is no past or future. Time is the present!
Khallyl Rodrigo
Forgiving our enemies their virtues – this, indeed, is a great miracle.
Voltaire
Doctor relieve my soul, relax my body even if it is dead.:
jandaiu