“He thinks that morals are paintings on walls and scruples are money in Russia.” [imdb]
The heart is still a redwing. …
No I don’t mean that it’s so easy;
I don’t mean that it’s so small;
but the world below is not so mean
that it can make us fall.
Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map