For every life that dies is already born. Or rebirth.
Run someone returns to someone else. Capitasti bean, I said.
And maybe you can not help but embrace total serenity, with witty confidence, accompanied by strong and cold at the same time, immense passion, the truth of the truth of truth plus-ultra-hyper-mega-super resistant extra absolute "is a carousel that goes" . Lion King docet.
In the darkest moments exclaim "question of vicious circle."
Ma
taught to smile at me from 3 months, wrong timing, I guess. All along, as usual, forever and ever.