Only the knife knows what goes on in the heart of a pumpkin.
All rivers, even the most dazzling, those that catch the sun in their course, all rivers go down to the ocean and drown. And life awaits man as the sea awaits the river.
Every day you must arise and say to your heart, I have suffered enough and now I must live because the light of the sun must not be wasted, it must not be lost without an eye to appreciate it.
Men are strong, women are smart, but no matter how smart, their bellies are always there to betray women and that's their downfall.
There is the churning and the boiling of the sea, and the foam on top of it and that is what man is, churning and foam together.
Here, like everywhere else, laughing and singing, dancing and dreaming are not exactly the whole of reality; and for one ray of sun shining on the hut, the rest of the village remains in the dark.
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