Fatality Makes Us Invisible.

Cease, Cows, Life Is Short.

He Was Still Too Young To Know That The Heart's Memory Eliminates The Bad And Magnifies The Good, And That Thanks To This Artifice We Manage To Endure The Burden Of The Past.

It's Enough For Me To Be Sure That You And I Exist At This Moment.

Both Looked Back Then On The Wild Revelry...and They Lamented That It Had Cost Them So Much Of Their Lives To Find The Paradise Of Shared Solitude.

She Had The Revelation One Sunday That While The Other Instruments Played For Everyone The Violen Played For Her Alone .