Photo Notes

A business in which is earned only some money is not a business…

The only firm point is that everything stirs…

It is strange to be here to stain of heart a white sheet.

To dip the pen in the deep soul.

Perhaps knowing that nobody will understand.

Anybody that is never tired.

Anybody that doesn’t examine

with a shiver the brittleness of a spirit in agony.

Nothing to the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and a conscientious stupidity.

I will hate or I will love. Perhaps I will remain in the shade of the indifference, but surely  

the ghosts that don’t exist dance in my soul.

The men pass, ideas stay. Their moral tensions stay and they will keep on walking on the legs of other men.

Nobody can give you the freedom. Nobody can give you the equality or the justice. If you are men, pick up you her.

Here is to relive the day. Dynamic game down in the horizon, real faces, more casual perfumes to the feet of the hills where already salt the path of the memoirs.

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