For Ever, I Shall Be

Because There Is Nothing Here Than Invites Us To Cherish Unhappy Lovers. Nothing Is More Vain Than To Die For Love. What We Ought To Do Is Live.

The Myth Of Unlimited Production Brings War In Its Train As Inevitably As Clouds Announce A Storm.

We Come Into The World Laden With The Weight Of An Infinite Necessity.

I Opened Myself To The Gentle Indifference Of The World.

Have You Noticed That Only Death Arouses Our Emotions? How We Love Thee Friends Who Have Just Passed Away, Right? How We Admire Those Master Who No Longer Speak, Their Mouths Full Of Dirt. We Them We Are Not Obligated.