"Sunny and beautiful days. Blue and white sky, the breeze caressing faces, faces hosting drawn smiles. So... why does not work here? Eternal discussions and reflexions search the source of the exception. Here, common sense has no sense. And the future is an accident of the most bizarre situations in the present... and today looks like a continuous repetition of the past. Same for the same names, same for the same joys and sorrows. In the end, even joys are disappointing.
Maybe for this reason here, love is passion too. More passion than love. Frustrations and deceptions accumulate to the point of burst the hearts and minds. Perhaps, for this reason in this country blow up is a love test... and people love bursting.
Often, the problem is when the people can not to blow up in love. Then, people think to blow up the world. And in this moment, the irrational dominates with ambiguity, and loneliness aid destruction, however the beautiful days and the sunny days".
Maybe for this reason here, love is passion too. More passion than love. Frustrations and deceptions accumulate to the point of burst the hearts and minds. Perhaps, for this reason in this country blow up is a love test... and people love bursting.
Often, the problem is when the people can not to blow up in love. Then, people think to blow up the world. And in this moment, the irrational dominates with ambiguity, and loneliness aid destruction, however the beautiful days and the sunny days".
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