But I Am Not Perfect In My

But Do We Really Live? To Live Without Knowing What Life Is - Is That Living?

I’ve Dreamed A Lot. I’m Tired Now From Dreaming But Not Tired Of Dreaming. No One Tires Of Dreaming, Because To Dream Is To Forget, And Forgetting Does Not Weigh On Us, It Is A Dreamless Sleep Throughout Which We Remain Awake. In Dreams I Have Achieved Everything.

Sometimes, When I Wake Up At Night, I Feel Invisible Hands Weaving My Destiny.

Everything Is Absurd.

The Beauty Of A Naked Body Is Felt Only By The Dressed Races.