L’amour c’est como l’mer: infinite.
All you ever wish to know about nature is kept in secret by the Indians.
I did not have a happy childhood and that was the best thing that could ever happen to me.
So the bells are torn, the grass is cut and the laundry is left undone.
Row your boat, but close to the shore.
Dio, como ti amo.
No smile is ever wasted
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