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I couldn’t become anything, I couldn’t even become a villain. Neither malicious nor good, nor mean nor honorable, neither hero nor insect, and today I am in this little corner, I end my life, trying to console myself with useless consolation, saying that the intelligent man never succeeds in becoming anything, and that only the stupid up to it.
11 February 2022
survivors
9 February 2022
Sometimes you have to go through the worst..to get the best.. Do not despair, bear and continue.
8 February 2022
Time is running
7 February 2022
“Have you noticed that only death awakens our feelings? How do we love friends who have just left us? How do we admire those professors who, with dust in their mouths, no longer speak! But, do you know why we are always more just and more generous to the dead? The reason is simple. There is no obligation to them. They leave us free.”
7 February 2022
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