I was looking with jealous eyes at the great houses with large frontages of the Cornel Plateau, and I tried to console myself, saying that the small flat with its panorama, where I live is enough for me to protect my body, there is no need of a bigger house, I hadn't time to build a house, because I'm continuously construcing a shelter for my soul, and if the bricks of this shelter aren't mainly made of self-forgetfulness, I am such a peccable, as if I would stay in a too large house.









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