"Silence can be more powerful than words."
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.
La historia no es mecánica porque los hombres son libres para transformarla.
Light is the brush of God, painting the world every moment.