Cuando un hombre amaba a una mujer ésta siempre tenía la edad que él quisiera; y cuando dejaba de amarla se convertía en demasiado vieja para los hechizos o en demasiado joven para la técnica .

To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.

We are nothing. Mankind is all. By the grace of our brothers are we allowed our lives. We exist through, by and for our brothers who are the State. Amen.

The old man knew he was going far out and he left the smell of the land behind and rowed out into the clean early morning smell of the ocean.

Written By Ernest Hemingway

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