It’s in the women delicate as a leaf and tenacious like ivy that I see the roots of our humanity And by the woman are our roots in Earth Mother. This hope to every man: to understand it, to see it.
Coal – Nuraxi Figus, Sardinia
From here my soul will never reach the sea heart goes on beating on the sand To a friend of a past time
Go, and climb the social grid until you get to the top. Do not look at nothing and nobody but the top. Where are you going?