I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.
Through the mythology of Einstein, the world blissfully regained the image of knowledge reduced to a formula.
Those who fail to reread are obliged to read the same story everywhere.
A light without shadow generates an emotion without reserve.
Who speaks is not who writes, and who writes is not who is.
Henceforth I would have to cosent to combine two voices: the voice of banality (to say what everyone sees and knows) and the voice of singularity (to replenish such banality with all the รฉlan of an emotion which belonged only to myself).