From then on, everything became even more complicated. And more real.
“Cherub” You arrived and looked at me With that angelic look I called you my cherub And you called me an astral paradise But as an angel you only had the look...
Karina Perussi
For me to cry, you need to cry too.
Nicolas Boileau
Whoever steals my honor deprives me of what does not enrich him and makes me truly poor.
William Shakespeare
Waste (...) Because there is a little bit of everything. Leave a little of your chin on your daughter's chin. A little remained of your harsh silence, a little on the angry walls...
Carlos Drummond de Andrade
I love feminine sensitivity and intuition, I abhor any type of hypocrisy. Therefore, I know how to forgive, but I have not learned to forget.
sandralamego