June 23, 2012

There are blows in life, so great. 
Blows as if from the hatred of God.
As if before them, the backlash of everything suffered were to damn up the soul. 
They are few, but they are.
They open dark furrows in the fiercest face and in the strongest side. 
Perhaps they could be the horses of Barbarous Attilas or the black heralds death sends us. 
There are blows in life, so great. 
- Máncora

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