You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground.

Answers fill your mind. Questions expand your mind.

Music, art, theater. I&#39;m just a big fan of beauty.

He advertido, de pronto, que en realidad no recuerdo su rostro en detalle. Sólo creo ver aún su figura, su vestido, mientras usted se alejaba entre las mesas del café.

Written By Franz Kafka

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