When you are young, you think.When you are old, you reflect.The very same but yet a life of difference.

When you are young, you think.
When you are old, you reflect.
The very same but yet a life of difference.

To think, when one is no longer young, when one is not yet old, that one is no longer young, that one is not yet old, that is perhaps something.

Recognize your history, in the present, to know your future.

War can´t kill love. Love can kill war.

Love is in the air; oh, please let me breathe!