My soul... unbelieving because hurt,
My heart... softened and hardened,
My eyes, almost blind,
Mi skin, covered with wrinkles,
My hair, chronologically silvering,
My memories, unmercifully attacking me,
My longings, not letting me live today,
My breathlessness, my desires, my hunger, my thirst,
My poverty,
My uncertainty.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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