Is Virgin you trying to fathom me
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
All our best men are laughed at in this nightmare land.
Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us know it. The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.
There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.
For life is holy and every moment is precious.