ATARAXIA

What does really matter of all this?
Is it the peak, or getting to the peak?
The score or the knowledge obtained?
The result, or the whole process ?

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FLOOD

All over with the rain, everything becomes grey,
Sunsets blur in my head as if they were made with pastel
technique,going from a picture to a dirt smudge.
Even greatest boots break, if they broke by itself or someone else did it,
At the end, does it really matter?
Eventually it turns out always the same way: feet get wet.
Who brought the rain? that's the real question.

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Exeunt

From ancient grudge break to new munity;
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From Forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.

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Text by Shakespeare

Gibraltar

Just like a small british village but with Spanish cañas

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NaiVe

Remember trust drops us into weakness giving unsatiated chances which prevent us from looking foward.

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Wind

Stare & listen

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