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What are we doing here... on Earth?
- Trying to be good. Become a better person.
- What are we doing here..., the world?
- Trying to be good. Or be better.

We travel some of us forever to seek other places, other lives, other souls.
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.

Getting lost with you is better than being alone.
Being lost with you is better than being found and alone.

I would like to become in life? Ask yourself this question constantly.
Who do I aspire to be? That's the question we should be asking ourselves all the time.

The old Queen sat on the sand and drew a finger point.
Is you - said the little Chico-Rey.
Took the finger in a spiral, round and round.
- And this is your life, my boy. See our human side, when you're at the top - right, when the bottom is bad. Now let's look at it like gods.
The Queen's son passed on the log on the other side.
- See your life here? For the gods when you're down - it's great when top, bad.
- Why top bad mom?
- Nowhere to climb.

Sometimes it's better to run away and wait, will you look or not.
Sometimes you gotta run away to see if somebody's gonna follow.

Days in those valleys were colder than the night. But I neither day nor night sputala off the shoulders shawl, headscarf not removed too. Generously paid for the bed and the water, because the threshold of each house I was blessed. Maybe due to the kind words and I quickly found your man.

Here, they say: "You don't live like that! For romance there is no place
In a world ruled by money, war and the status of different lists."
I covered the remnants of the cocoon, quietly wander through the world
In search of justice, peace, happiness and meaning.
And, surprisingly, how many met as naive pilgrims!
Runs quietly, laugh loudly, give birth to children happy.
Someone nearby you can go. Other roads far
Absolutely wander in other lands, they are not easily frightened.

I was looking into a shimmering fantasy world of the screen that left me with the same life.

The story of eight old friends who have lost something important. And realized that all they need is themselves.
The story of eight old friends searching for something they lost, and finding that all they needed was each other.

I think the Guitar really need something serious and real. Like you need only him, and therefore not, as is the case with ordinary people, in his personal time, is very simple and straight. But he did not yet know what he wants. And therefore can't move forward in step with others. When he did not know what to look for, the search becomes difficult.

The teacher half a century spent in school and now accompanied him on a holiday. In the hall were gathered many of his students. Among them were teachers and scientists, doctors and athletes, managers and workers, soldiers and priests, policemen and criminals, artists, actors and people with no special talents, distinguished and ordinary people. Many taught for my life teacher.
Before parting words they said:
- You, probably, someone of his disciples proud, and for whom you feel ashamed?
The teacher said:
- No, not proud and not ashamed of it, but only happy for you - after all, everyone learned what he studied.

Sometimes she herself did not understand, even feared herself. Everything that surrounded her seemed to her not meaningless, is not obscure.

Globe - this is huge!
To get around from and to!
With a backpack full of dreams,
Past his house.
Hide somewhere in caves
About the meaning to ponder
The responsible career
Not to think at all!
To remember who I am and where
And where, why go,
And return, with faith in miracles,
Back to my house!