Is Is True That Dictators

Nothing Is A Sin When You Obey The Orders Of A Priest

It Was One Of Those Somber Evenings When The Sighing Of The Wind Resembles The Moans Of A Dying Man; A Storm Was Brewing, And Between The Splashes Of Rain On The Windows There Was The Silence Of Death. All Nature Suffers In Such Moments; The Trees Writhe In Pain And Twist Their Heads; The Birds Of The Fields Cower Under The Bushes; The Streets Of Cities Are Deserted.

I Don't Know Where My Road Is Going, But I Know That I Walk Better When I Hold Your Hand.

I Deeply Wished I Could Make The Stars All Come Down And Breathe Them; Disappear In Them

The Glass I Drink From Is Not Large, But At Least It Is My Own.