A warrior's strength lies in a resolute mind, a mindset that refuses to surrender to the storms. It's the unwavering belief that, despite the obstacles, victory is not just a possibility; it's an inevitable outcome.

there they fight a fierce battle
blind king
For one more inch of land;
he is here with me
How vast is the wild sea,
On whom no one imposed law.

And there is no beach,
no matter who it is,
no flag
of glory,
he doesn't feel
My right
and breastfeed
For my price.

There are things that absolutely cannot return, but which at the same time, even though they cannot return, remain eternally present. And then there are so many things dormant somewhere in this world, that you just have to patiently look for them to find them..

The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of ethical responsibility, deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness on his life.

To hell, to hell with balance! I want to break glass; I want to burn, even if I break. I only live for ecstasy. It's the only thing that affects me. The small doses, the moderate loves, all the resignations: none of this moves me. I like the extravagance,

her arousal is a constant part of her being she prowls as she moves she is the huntress I had never dreamed existed a woman whose desires flame hotter than my own she takes all I give her and wants more

The entire universe did not seem vast enough to the extension of my desires; it offered me limits: I did not want them. Born a libertine, impious, vicious, bloodthirsty and ferocious, I only traveled the earth to learn about its vices, and I only acquired them to refine them.

I learned to heal my wounds and to love my heart strong alone, fortunately I have not forgotten to always give a word or gesture of love to those near or far from me, sometimes I lose pieces of my heart along the way, but I continue to walk with my scars...

The only thing I don't forgive is wasted time. How much time do we waste, making wrong choices, and living a life that doesn't belong to us! You should be lucky enough to make the right mistakes and make them more quickly, to get back on your path immediately.

Motherhood is a choice you make everyday, to put someone else's happiness and well-being ahead of your own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when you're not sure what the right thing is and to forgive yourself, over and over again, for doing everything wrong.

You are mature when you understand that the body always asks for what the heart asks for, cuddling with someone is like drinking a bottle of wine with the intention of forgetting who you love...more The more you drink, the more current it is.

Only the crazy and the lonely can afford to be themselves. Because lonely people don't need to please anyone and crazy people don't give a shit what they think of us.

No person, no situation, and no circumstance can determine your identity. You are defined not by external forces but by the indomitable spirit within you. Your essence transcends the limitations imposed by the outside world.

My gospel

Unleash the warrior within you! Have you ever wondered what separates those who overcome life's challenges from those who give up on them? Meet the warrior within you… a strength that is capable of facing disappointments, failures and setbacks.

The most difficult thing in life is to find a person in whom 'chemistry and alchemy' happen mixed. You know you've found it when everything else... tastes like nothing!...while you're stuck in a music that only you...can hear!

Who has strong values ​​and roots, it doesn't go where the wind blows. He has very clear ideas of their own choices. Those who move at will of whoever is convenient for him, they know that alone, I'm Nobody.

I never hold a grudge against anyone only, to some people I wish a sudden, immediate and total amnesia of my passage into their life. I don't care if they have regrets, regrets or regrets. It's just that some people they shouldn't have the right to keep me in their memories.

They called you crazy, you were, and are, simply a real person that for too long remained immersed in the abnormal circle of those who think well among the right-thinking, and in private he is a slave to his own vice.

Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.