Of the woman came the beginning of sin, and through her we all die.

Ecclesiasticus 25:24
You said it was the same old story. You said I only want the unobtainable. I say I only want the wonderful. The wonderful always looks better from a distance.
It's not rain, it's the sea mist. Kiss it.
Everything is beautiful, and everything is poetry.
I'm dreaming again and it feels like this...