miércoles, 8 de diciembre de 2010

“The sound of the Gion shôja bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sôla flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind.”

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Rick dijo...


patricia dijo...

today that day seems so long ago ... that i´d forgotten it.
thks for stopping here and then bringing that day to this.