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Just me....

Let run in the secret corridors of your body
the dizzying horses of your desire.
They are the only to know the destiny
that the spirit of the mists veil by shameful
dare not discover

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לפני 12 שנים. 31 באוגוסט 2012 בשעה 15:10

 All men are liars, fickle, chatterers, hypocrites, proud or cowardly, despicable, sensual; all women faithless, deceitful, vain, inquisitive and depraved. The world is only a bottomless cesspool, where shapeless monsters climb and writhe on mountains of slime. But there is in the world a thing holy and sublime -- the union of two of these beings, imperfect and frightful as they are. One is often deceived in love, often wounded, often unhappy, but one loves, and on the brink of the grave one turns to look back, and says: I have suffered often, sometimes I have been mistaken, but I have loved. It is I who have lived, and not an imitation created by my pride and my sorrow.

 

Alfred de Musset


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