"[...]
Som la flor que naix de la llavor que vareu sembrar
Sou la llum que guia en l'obscuritat
Som les vostres veus i no ens faran callar
Perquè mai perdrem la nostra dignitat
Continuar la senda de la nostra essència i trobar
I trobar una resposta per demà
No ens podran guanyar mai, si ens donem la mà
I agafem l'herència que ens vareu deixar."
Som la flor que naix de la llavor que vareu sembrar
Sou la llum que guia en l'obscuritat
Som les vostres veus i no ens faran callar
Perquè mai perdrem la nostra dignitat
Continuar la senda de la nostra essència i trobar
I trobar una resposta per demà
No ens podran guanyar mai, si ens donem la mà
I agafem l'herència que ens vareu deixar."
Trust and betrayal,
sandpaper and velvet.
Does free will exist?
Mine holds plenty just perfectly.
Life is on fire.
Lonely bird.
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"The book fascinated him, or more exactly it reassured him. In a sense it told him nothing that was new, but that was part of the attraction. It said what he would have said, if it had been possible for him to set his scattered thoughts in order. It was the product of a mind similar to his own, but enormously more powerful, more systematic, less fear-ridden. The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already […]”
(George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four, Oxford: Clarendon, page 229-330)
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