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O eternitate poate trece cat ai clipi. Azi spui ca timpul e nelimitat, iar maine toata eternitatea pe care ti-o doreai cand erai un copilandru se sfarsea asmenea unui fulg cristalin intr-o zi torida de vara, dar ele apar si iar apar.

Viata printre cioburile din ramurile albastrui-verzui.

There is no perfect life, but feel perfect in imperfect bodies, in an imperfect world

Only angels can be perfect, they are the embodiment of perfection absoule, and especially God's perfect and imperfect things he does we - ordinary mortals - we look at the top saying that such and such is different from us and call us when all imperfect "people" and we have hands, feet, heart, ribs, kidneys, eyes, mouth, nose, ears, spine, stomach, and all intenstine. Why? Why? Why should man be so blind that they too grabbed his thoughts and greed to take hold of him / her without noticing the important details of life?

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