I am carried away by the joy of love. I do not know what to cling to. I feel smooth regardless of what I hold. Then I slipped and fell once more. The sweetness of love whisks me away. I completely encircle my body. I do not want to be slopped in any way.
Religious ceremonies have been bombed. Religion and science go hand in hand. When nature is gone, there is no pure life. Religion is nature; let people choose the best
Because Gaza won the Calabaza, everyone braced themselves and prepared the catapult. And everyone wants to taste Calabaza's sweetest flavours, but not on Gaza, but on the weak ones.