torsdag 24. juli 2008
Beauty is her name.
What i fear most, i think, is the death of the imagination.. if i sit still and don't do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
//lala
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