We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.
How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!
Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.
Lay me down like a stone oh God, and raise me up like a new bread".
I have found that a story leaves a deeper impression when it is impossible to tell which side the author is on.
Our body is a machine for living.