Or about how the sleep of thinking gives birth to monsters. Who said that I don’t know anymore? Like Goya. Goya was a painter who became deaf in his old age. A deafness coming from a non-physiological but psychological cause.
The nation is mad. It’s like we’re children, we only know the basic words, mom, dad, papa, poo, money. I wonder what the hell is happening to Romania? Why did we become nomads? Dojo goes to America.
Urban princess in Holland, me probably in Germany or Tahiti. Where the hell are we going? Are we going to hell? It’s attractive. We are mercenaries. Yes. We have become a nation of mercenaries. A patron maybe.
Shit. What will be chosen from the golden generation of communism, red ties are smarter than those who don’t know what the hell 550 divided by 2 is. Some fools!