…miracle under the boiling sun with a clamor of gratitude and signs painted with glory to the magnanimous one who distributes happiness, anachronistic wheels of fortune and faded animal lotteries… – Gabriel Garcia Marquez


we’re talking about a revolution…standing at the wellfare line, crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation…and finaly the table are starting to turn. -Tracy Chapman

to myself I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me. – Isaac Newton

a beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. Claude Debussy