Archive for February 2012


All we can do to preserve our dignity in capitalism is to refuse to play the game and become a merchandise.


My bigest regret in ife is that I cannot do all the things that I want(ed) to.

What to say?

Sooner or later we realize that there’s nothing left to say.


Life’s too short to have scruples.


Whenever I see people in a good mood, I have a feeling as if somebody forgot to tell them the bad news.


Most leave without a word.

Does it matter?

Matter? Antimatter? Doesn’t matter!!

The end

The end of childhood (and idealism) happens when we realize that everything (and everybody) has its price.