Magistrate: May I die a thousand deaths ere I obey one who wears a veil!  Lysistrata: If that's all that troubles you, here take my veil, wrap it round your head, and hold your tounge. Then take this basket; put on a girdle, card wool, munch beans. The War shall be women's business.

-¿Por qué iba a someterse Dios a algo así? ¿Por qué no dejar la muerte para los mortales? ¿Por qué tuvo que ensuciar lo que era bello, estropear la perfección? -Por amor...

The moment I think of you, I feel overwhelmed and the moment I see you, my heart beats faster than ever....
It's purity of love we have within us, that brings you more closer to me than ever....

Written By Anastasia purea

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