Without the passion for work, the days would become endless and boring waiting.
Will one day you let me make you happy? This day seems far away, Like the flight of that bird that disappears on the horizon, That taught me to love and to...
Andrey
Poor is not the one who has little, but rather the one who wants a lot.
Seneca
I would do your poem. Not what you deserve, which is not easy to do so much. But, a sincere poem, to engrave within me the lines of your charm. He would be in...
Carlos Augusto Cacá
Rooted, compact, alive Growing every day Houses of lascivious birds Sowing joy. Our feelings were born here Under the shadow of an excellent house...
Ernesto Martins Faria
The ugly ones... are almost always bad, and the beautiful ones, good.
Baldassarre Castiglione