Every solution carries
its own set of new problems...

Such a melancholy tune she dances;
the piano plies chords plaintively...

300
Three hundred Spartans held a pass...

As I dressed, sneaked occasional glances
at Rosaura standing before her mirror...

My craft, my life, my self
depend on meanings...

God does not love him anymore:
he carries his satchel on a shoulder strap...

There is great wealth
in religion...

She climbs fiercely into the open sky
pursued by five intense beasts and I...

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For me, an orange is a shared fruit...

Just an old man on the beach
staring out into the waves...

Had I wanted, I could have stayed the course
deliver the ultimate win-back to halt the divorce...

Love is a prime of clashin':
constantly changing expectations...