Humanity’s biggest weapon against meanness is that you can’t hurt someone without hurting yourself. If I could change the world, I would install souls closer to mouths than brains. If I could change the world, I would let souls rule it… Yes, let souls rule the world. It wouldn’t be as successful, but it would surely be more beautiful!
In a duel with his self-confidence Paul is about to find out that he cannot quarrel with his future without quarreling with his favorite version of his own past as well, the one his self-confidence has deliberately forgotten in the most visible spot of his memory. You see, silence is not just the death of a word, it's also the death of a self-confidence. Maybe this is why there are no insensitive hearts, just hearts that don't find it profitable anymore to feel. Are illusions the gifts a man's ego gives to his stupidity? Most possibly because rich is the person who cannot turn on the lights in that room of his mind where his poverty permanently lives. By doing everything to forget that he has appointed himself the favorite servant of the steepest cliffs that live inside him, the ones that swallow up economy-class truths and spit out first-class ambiguities, Paul will soon discover that he is the gratuity he gives his self-awareness so she will let him live another day without asking him too many questions.
You put up the dice and I' ll put up the love (Living between a hug and a shove)
3.00€
If you cannot translate into smiles everything you have achieved until now, lift the lid of your trash can, toss it all in and, before you close it, throw in the part of your logic that gave birth to it.
In a duel with his self-confidence Paul is about to find out that he cannot quarrel with his future without quarreling with his favorite version of his own past as well, the one his self-confidence has deliberately forgotten in the most visible spot of his memory. You see, silence is not just the death of a word, it's also the death of a self-confidence. Maybe this is why there are no insensitive hearts, just hearts that don't find it profitable anymore to feel. Are illusions the gifts a man's ego gives to his stupidity? Most possibly because rich is the person who cannot turn on the lights in that room of his mind where his poverty permanently lives. By doing everything to forget that he has appointed himself the favorite servant of the steepest cliffs that live inside him, the ones that swallow up economy-class truths and spit out first-class ambiguities, Paul will soon discover that he is the gratuity he gives his self-awareness so she will let him live another day without asking him too many questions.
You put up the dice and I' ll put up the love (Living between a hug and a shove)
3.00€
If you cannot translate into smiles everything you have achieved until now, lift the lid of your trash can, toss it all in and, before you close it, throw in the part of your logic that gave birth to it.
