The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is

You Need A Village, If Only For The Pleasure Of Leaving It. A Village Means That You Are Not Alone, Knowing That In The People, The Trees, The Earth, There Is Something That Belongs To You, Waiting For You When You Are Not There.

Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates And Always Will.

Woman Gives Herself As A Prize To The Weak And As A Prop To The Strong And No Man Ever Has What He Should.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

To Avenge A Wrong Done To You, Is To Rob Yourself Of The Comfort Of Crying Out Against The Injustice Of It.