The human mind is like a butterfly that takes the color of the leaves on which it rests... you become what is contemplated.
Gustave Flaubert
venerdì 27 agosto 2010
sabato 14 agosto 2010
Rain
Some say that the rain is bad, but do not know who could turn his head high with his face covered with tears.
Jim Morrison
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