Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

I think just the opposite is true: love is an ideology for eternal militants, and the more misfortunes life tries to burden us with, the more essential love becomes.

It was then that she realized that the yellow butterflies preceded the appearances of Mauricio Babilonia.

Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.

Just because someone does not love you as you want, it does not mean that you do not love with all his being.