Sunday, September 14, 2008
Sentimento virado
The world is made up of ironies. Without sin there would not have been ironies. Without sin, there won't be the world. People constantly remind us to be ourselves, but how much do they really mean it? Are they even sincere about it? When one decides to do so, it seems to always end up in a struggle to keep up with it without having to 'suite' into the environment.
