Oh, that sort of freedom is not that good
eat a cake and still have a cake…
I know what are you talking about. n_n
Haha, the bastard.:P
I just hate it when you’re right.
Love is a fire that burns unseen,
a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,
an always discontent contentment,
a pain that rages without hurting,
a longing for nothing but to long,
a loneliness in the midst of people,
a never feeling pleased when pleased,
a passion that gains when lost in thought.
****It’s being enslaved of your own free will****;
it’s counting your defeat a victory;
it’s staying loyal to your killer.
But if it’s so self-contradictory,
how can Love, when Love chooses,
bring human hearts into sympathy?
Luiz Vaz de CAMÕES (Portuguese Poet, 16th century, rough translation. Source: http://portugal.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=8436)
rationalization. it makes is all alright.
Being a sovereign state isn’t a simple task.
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