I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day sould have try to kill the sun? We are born lucky. Yes, are born lucky.
The old man and the sea
Ernest Hemingway
lunes, 25 de mayo de 2009
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