夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。 秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
The Provençal language is not dead; it sleeps in the hearts of the people, waiting to be awakened.
Great companies don't just adapt to change - they anticipate and drive it.
Escribir es una forma de explorar los límites de lo posible.
 Better to choose the freedom of poverty than the slavery of wealth.