I'm one of those melodramatic. I use to live whispering myself what to do. In the night I wake up and start using my fingers to draw in the air. The air of ideas, that always teaches me gently how to live. teaches me what's important. to me.
Secrets are destructive to the soul. They talk you dishonestly. They give lust to the heart. For this reason: I have no secrets.
Secrets are destructive to the soul. They talk you dishonestly. They give lust to the heart. For this reason: I have no secrets.
