Судьба творит человека, вместилище всех добродетелей, сокровище среди живущих, украшение земли, — и губит его в одно мгновение. О горе! Сколь она неразумна!
And I forget just why I taste Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile I found it hard, it was hard to find Oh well, whatever, nevermind.
The wrong time, the wrong place
Great words won't cover ugly actions. Good frames won't save bad paintings. How can we expect anyone to listen, If we using the same old voice? We need New Noise. New art for real people!