We Have Art In Order Not To

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

To Be Born To Create, To Love, To Win At Games Is To Be Born To Live In Time Of Peace. But War Teaches Us To Lose Everything And Become What We Were Not. It All Becomes A Question Of Style.

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

I Make Myself Strict Rules In Order To Correct My Nature. But It Is My Nature That I Finally Obey.

Am Well. Thinking Of You Always. Love