pass. hours. people. days. they pass… and nothing passes. nor the clumsy rush dressed in colors. than wearing socks in the dark. stumbles. that photography… talks about poetry…
Feeling is a delicate flower; to handle it is to hurt it.
Larra
Much of unhappiness is made up of ingratitude.
Malu Schneider
All sin is a type of lie.
Martin Luther
Amore mio I spoke without hearing Feeling without seeing you Suddenly I could imagine your touch Your voice Your affection, your love. Nothing was written We are building our history...
Dalva Braga
We only start to value life when we are close to losing it.
Eliezer Alves da Costa