Of a thing I acquired the certainty: this time is so unreal, lost in a dream, latent nightmare where I feel as a lost traveller in the time. It costs me to believe in the human being's ferocity, it is without a doubt an unanswerable facto her instinct so destructor. The human being's destiny is the savagery.
I didn't give up, I will never give up my dreams, and they strengthen my soul. They are the hope of my perseverance. To struggle is to dream, it is to love. Without dreams the love would get lost. We were born; we lived in the permanent anguish of finding, and finding him not to lose him.
No, it is not and everything the wind took but, and everything the wind left
In spite of the turbulent nights, I still get to listen their silences
If we had courage of exposing all our intimate thoughts, certainly a social revolution would happen. The habits would never again be the same ones.
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