Contentment eludes most of us. The awful thing about us is that we are always searching for smth better. Most of the time there isn’t anything better out there, but we drive ourselves crazy pursuing it, no matter what the challenge is.
When Esperansa saw me at the lection in the university she laughed. I had a fever a week but I couldn’t miss a lesson. “I do hope, - she told laughing, - I do hope that once u become a teacher to whom students would come with high temperature to another part of the city, just picking clothes from under a sofa as u did, dear”.
Labels: piece. conversation
posted by light will-o-z-wisp at
8:39 pm
I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land; And all those Spanish nights were fine, It wasn't only from the wine; It still seems all in hand.
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