Putem accepta orice adevar, oricat de zdrobitor, cu conditia sa inlocuiasca totul, sa aiba tot atata vitalitate cat speranta careia i s-a substituit.
duminică, 7 septembrie 2008
It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you.We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
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