O gentlemen of staying up late…
Not one, not two… eight! Every time he carried one of them, he carried with him a small hope of life, and then bid him farewell to the cold hole. Imagine his heart… Do you see there was a pulse left in it after that?
One sheep…
After that, will we be said to be the owners of a sheep that was eaten by a wolf?
� With those who stay up late…! When thorns talk to roses He said: Because pain is forgotten, and perfume is unforgettable.” Be beautiful, even if the ugly hate you. And let the thorns shout as they please… He did not know that when he called him, ✨
With the watchful ones 2 He says to himself: He hates not because you wronged him, but because you were creative! He is jealous not of your money, but of your laugh! He envies you for your tweeting… because his voice only knows how to squawk!
Morning: …! Woe to the silent ones! They watch in thought, and deviant thoughts tamper with the minds until logic is enslaved. In culture, they resort to silence when values are insulted and symbols are distorted, so they do not raise a voice in defense of beauty and meaning. Even…
Shudder..!! Yes…and no I say it because I have certainty in my heart, When I say yes, I mean it. I scream when I should scream, …And because trembling is not weakness, but rather an awakening conscience.
