« When we talk about romance, the idea of the red rose immediately perfumes our mind. The rose, as charming as a heart that pulsates for the other, as bloody as a one-way love. Over time, she dries, blackens and loses her toothed dress. Petal after petal, it becomes only a thorny subject. »
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Valentin Auwercx
Tomorrow, Men |
Valentin Auwercx
Tomorrow, Men
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« The problem with this world is that it agrees with all the ideas that could improve it, but when these are the individual effort, then they remain only words, sentences, books... »
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Valentin Auwercx
Tomorrow, Men |
Valentin Auwercx
Tomorrow, Men
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« Servers around the world imploded and all the numbers in the bank accounts were reduced to what they physically represented— nothingness. Without numbers to differentiate them, men were reduced to the plane of existence. No one knew, but at that moment, not everyone had anything but their own lives. »
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Valentin Auwercx
Tomorrow, Men |
Valentin Auwercx
Tomorrow, Men
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