Who are we in the sand time? For eternity we are dust a paper man, who do you think you are?
What are you able to do to stay alive in the jungle, surrounded by a bander of greedy beasts? Put off your ambitions and apathy will awake that very moment.
Sweet taste of victory! Bitter taste of losing! and who told you that you are welcome here? What did you want? even standing in a shadow you can't avoid problems in this life.
Time, alas, doesn't like waiting for us and pulling us forward. It's pulling us to our graves.
You need to catch everything in this life, try everything. You close your eyes and for a moment you imagine a picture from the future But only when you choke a beast in you, destroying the bonds of destiny, you'll be able to tear these chains of routine and stand up from the ground.
But you can't tear them you're a rundown fool Because someone imagined it long ago to be so that chains are not to break.
Such a desire to live Such a desire to catch it all and heart is beating so fast in the chest then all is just ahead? It may be all just ahead.
as always destiny surprizes you, just like this April. We're waiting for spring. These snowy days are just nature's whims. Bundled up in a knit scarf. I put on my hat and gloves. Another wrinkle and I'm a year older Another wrinkle is a grave for another dream.