Man's Passion For Truth Is Such That

I Thought My Fire Was Out, And Stirred The Ashes…. I Burnt My Fingers.

There Are A Lot Of Doubts Over The Size And Effect Of New Competitors In The Cellular Sector.

The Truly Erotic Sensibility, In Evoking The Image Of Woman, Never Omits To Clothe It. The Robing And Disrobing: That Is The True Traffic Of Love.

Caminante, No Hay Camino, Se Hace Camino Al Andar. (walk, There Is No Path, The Path Is Made By Walking.)

By Walking One Makes The Road, And Upon Glancing Behind Sees The Path