Like a bird sweeping across the sky
In spite of broken wings,
The sun still brighter
Despite the night,
The sweet smell of lily of the valley
Under a thick blanket of concrete pavement,
Taken out of my chest. . .
środa, 28 września 2011
I will tell you one secret about Libya...
If you see injustice don't stay silent... because silence is war crime.
If you see injustice speak loud because some day people may stay silent about you.