mother like son’ is a saying so true, the world will judge largely of mother by you.

(...) when a man's looking down the double barrel of a shotgun, he picks up the first weapon he can find to defend himself, be it a stone or a stick of stove wood or a citizens' council.

Me incliné sobre ella y recorrí la piel de su vientre con la yema del dedo. Bea dejó caer los párpados, los ojos y me sonrió, segura y fuerte.  -Hazme lo que quieras... -susurró.  Tenía diecisiete años y la vida en los labios.

A warrior cannot lower his head - otherwise he loses sight of the horizon of his dreams.

Written By Paulo Coelho

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