Smells like grapefuit frustration as I miss all those two thousand and one summers that weren't lived.

Rain drops sliding softly on the concrete into the night and I wonder why there are people who still think there's a God in this universe probably kind of sitting on a couch in space...

Only in the Cinema the ending is important, because in real life what matters is the journey since endings are always a loss. 

When you stumble and fall, you're given the opportunity to lift yourself up; while when you're standing you can only jump to be higher.

Being conflicted with oneself can be very romantic, but it's only that. To be a writer of its own life is quite a genius act.

Once you've been hurt when you were a child, you'll never heal in your lifetime, because it takes another lifetime to be reborn.

On the human World's terror, hatred, violence, greed and selfishness.

When they hit Damascus my artistic soul bled... and when they hit Paris my artistic heart cried. Among all the horrors and terror instilled around the world, my limbs are stuck, they are gangrenous by the hatred and the violence.
It comes to mind the phrase said by Audrey Hepburn, that each one of us with age understands that we have two hands: one to help ourselves and one to help our next. 
It is quite a true shock to realize that people don't understand that they should help each other in their lives and that they only have one life to make the best with it.

And such is life...

a finite succession of unfinished days. 

Two things motivate people's actions: one is Fear and all its outcomes normally turn out wrong; and the other is Hope, though it often ends in frustration it's much less harmful than the  actions motivated by Fear.

the end of keeping private started with notes to self and taking selfies