Diary ....

Our body is a garden and our will is the gardener. We can plant nettles or sow lettuce; plant hyssop or plough weeds; we can plant one type of crop or different species; our laziness can let it lay abandoned and our will can fertilize it.
Well, the power to intervene or not is a matter of willing. On the balance of our lives; the reason keeps the sensuality in balance. If not, we would be driven to the most insane acts because of our natural passion and meanness.

The good, the bad and the stuff in the middle of that all

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