flame [Theme]

the radiance of the most tender face in the world.

I'm free to be different. Today. Tomorrow. And always.

You bend me until you break me and it's driving me crazy.

Allow the animal within you to awaken.

Pick it up! Pick it up! Lift my eyelids!

...

- The flame is burning out. You better go home and light a fire.

There is only now and today. Silence and tranquility of this day..

He constantly restrained himself. Under the guise of hostile submission, offended feelings were seething within him. He was indignant, as if scoundrels had a right to be indignant. The rage that never gave him a moment's peace never showed itself outwardly. He was able to endure any insult. He was tormented by dark gusts of anger and devoured by the ever-smoldering flame in his soul, but no one even knew about it. Barkilphedro was secretly choleric, but he always smiled. He was courteous, helpful, courteous and obsequious. He bowed to everyone and everyone. The slightest breath of wind would bend him to the ground. It is easy to achieve happiness for someone who has a flexible reed instead of a spinal column.

And my pride does not allow me to hear: “NO.”

Everyone can stick their hand into the flame, not everyone can pull it back.

Some kind of mental defect?

He was always afraid that their souls, sea and sand, could not get along together. Who knows if one will not burn, if the other will not sink? However, he stopped fighting with himself and stepped into the flames.

They will play, everything, in full!