Mariana Fulger

If life were only mathematics, we would all live a very dull life.

Possible issue of the conscience: today, which shall be my torment?

The world – much too little time was given to me to wander a land so full of wonders.

Work is what our cells have been doing even before we were born, never fearing failure or death.

My being keeps me put. If I only had soul, I would be far by now.

I live as it happens, sometimes as a happy king, otherwise as a contorted boot. That is life. Who to complain to?

Fear hasn't made and will never make really free men...

I do confess to abusing of feelings, but it is mutual...

I would approve to world peace, if only I wasn't afraid this would bring back nostalgia for war.

Reality is a puzzle revealing itself one portion at a time, always where the deepest shroud falls. Wanting to piece the clues together, you are only losing yourself in the maze.