How can I forget you if the brightness of the sun reminds me of the brightness of your eyes. If the heat of a summer day makes me feel the heat when I touched your body...
Outside of charity there is no salvation.
Allan Kardec
Nuance. Touché. In the meantime, she concluded that those black curls falling over his forehead no longer blinded her, it was all so bourgeois, trivial and became...
Carolina Pires
A civilization that disposes of the very planet that sustains it and the beings that inhabit it as disposable goods cannot escape the conclusion that it sees itself as...
arnaldo albarelli
I want to live every moment with all capital letters. I want bold, underlined, neon and no ellipsis. I want to get drunk with feelings and sensations,...
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The sword wears out its scabbard, they say. Here's what happened to me. My passions made me live, and my passions killed me.
Jean Jacques Rousseau