It is not that salient that you should love me, in as much as i love myself i and i am also happy with myself, am okay.

The Ides of March. A sky-lidded night plain. A star-loaded sky. A moon without a pond to primp in. A wind without a leaf to tease. A nighthawk without a wire to rest on. A couple without a corner to turn. Her sandals, his wheels, made a popcorn-eating sound in the sand.

And may the gods keep us from a world where only the people who deserve love get it.

Não existe haver, existe apenas um ser, um ser que deseja apenas um último suspiro, a asfixia.

Written By Franz Kafka

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