Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings .

The speech we hear is an indication of that which we don't hear. It is a necessary avoidance, a violent, sly, anguished or mocking smokescreen which keeps the other in its place.

Do not retreat in the face of difficulties, do not shirk responsibility.

History is not just a record of events; it is the soul of a people, their dreams and struggles.