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At the boundary of night and day
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We do not remember days; we remember moments.
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Now and then
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Black excellence, opulence, decadence
ivan.peplov:
A horse does not know that it is a horse. So what?
ivan.peplov:
A religion is nothing in itself: its fate depends on those who accept it.
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The God's Vehicles
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If things were to be done twice all would be wise
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It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.*
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“How does one become a butterfly?"
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Smart may have the brains, but stupid has the balls
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Люди падают, чтобы научиться подниматься.
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and it's your face I'm looking for on every street
ivan.peplov:
“As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.”
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The heat of love...
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Street sweeper
ivan.peplov:
Wind is the fever of air.
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Desperado
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With kids, the days are long, but the years are short.
ivan.peplov:
Wind is the fever of air.
ivan.peplov:
We calculate from impact to impact
ivan.peplov:
All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.
ivan.peplov:
While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
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“Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any”
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Manhã de Carnaval
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Any piece of clothing can be sexy with a quietly passionate woman inside it.
ivan.peplov:
“Sharpness is a bourgeois concept.”
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“A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke.”
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basic nostalgias
