From the sacred soil of Brazil, yellow gold once flowed. Today, red gold flows.
Red gold: the red berry of coffee.
Life passes gently, amidst flowers and shrubs; but there is always a thorn among the flowers.
Harming animals is a sign of bad character.
Marking the turning of time, the old clay kneader in the pottery turns, turns monotonously, like hours of boredom!
Loving the irrational is proof of good feelings.
For some, the sky opens mornings of flowers, afternoons of a thousand charms, and nights of love. For others, the firmament is always dark. Days have no light. The sun isn't warm...
The extremes meet... And even the stones meet themselves.
Sympathy is almost love.
Drinking makes us happy
Smoking gives us pleasure
Those who don't drink
Those who don't smoke
What joy could they have?
Each person's life is a book with pages of many colors... light, dark, rosed and black... But, even so, it's always nice to reread these pages, one by one...
Even in the sad mansion that is a madhouse, sometimes a ray of sunshine shines.
A madness is cured with another madness: love. "Similia similibus curantur."
Spring lived from loving and being loved at 20 years in bloom. The heart's triumphant entry into life is love, love, love!
Gentleness... Sweet state of mind of someone who was dead and came back to life...
He who strikes with the sword, let him perish by the sword.
Everything in the world is governed by the law of compensation. Dark days are followed by happy days.
But love is blind... it ignores inequalities of fortune.
Happiness comes, sooner or later.
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