That’s what colors are for: so we can see the differences, and care about them.
Come on people, keep your friends close — your enemies won’t matter in the end.
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map