Living too long exacts a painful price.
My aspiration now is to get by luck what I could not get by merit.
Genius knows where the questions are hidden.
The routines of tourism are even more monotonous than those of daily life.
If beggars do not hate the rest of us, they are even more abject than I had imagined.
Your love for me is founded in a sentiment. My love for you is founded in the body. A precarious interchange.