There was no coincidence that all women knew the same rules of this world. These various women did not let each other struggle. In order to understand that courage look back travel in time two centuries earlier.
Whenever a person hurts his eyes unite with his suffering to observe carefully the dropped and scattered pain that was obliged to be seen drawn opened and the source of broken reason to live.
The day looked about rather than flow scooping wild waterfalls endless seas indifferently melting snow dripping and dripping to depart from eternity and resemble tear drops that still didn't cry and become liquid from which it came.
Some nights forever rages and senses regret and forgiveness. On one side dying, on the other passing treated with respect treated with contempt and beaten like a child that saw his face before his eyes and looked at himself patched and threadbare ready to unravel order in its randomness.
He had finished his courage now completely ice cold as he had buried the two of them together, side-by-side. He wrestled with no one, but once seized by love he distributed the stories for the pleasure he had received.
Arranged circles, shaking with embarrassment having to undress not saying it not lifting a finger the woman was given a generous-hearted person as a sound of a complaint to drown her tears to cook foods to have awful nightmares to panic or hope to establish trouble. The woman was so certain she didn't feel the... Continue Reading →
Dreams come on their own as a slow leak in the heavy cannonball of time. Heady and delicate purple, merrily showing off the cherry-colored bridge of the inside, the truth of the matter. Eagerly cast, irritable, and foul-mouthed, they showed that they knew at a glance what cure was needed. For one carried secrets in... Continue Reading →