I feel happiness in your hands hug me warmly with your warm heart. I don't have any man who love me beside you in this world.

Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.

La gente pobre y la de la clase media trabajan para obtener dinero. Los ricos, en cambio, hacen que el dinero trabaje para ellos.

At the essential landscape stare, stare Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor Rave on the leash of the starving mind Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

Written By Sylvia Plath

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