Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
In the world there exists no aesthetic plane, not even the aesthetic plane of goodness.
Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?
To think is an act. To feel is a fact.
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.