lunes, 24 de marzo de 2014

domingo, 23 de marzo de 2014

I didn't even know his last name. I only knew he was a drummer and that the sun rose when he smiled.

On the day when it will be possible for woman to love not in her weakness but in her strength, not to escape herself but to find herself, not to abase herself but to assert herself--on that day love will become for her, as for man, a source of life and not of mortal danger.
“Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise."

Simone Beauvoir
To err is human, to forgive is divine