Hotel World

There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in everything, everywhere we look.

We all know our dates of birth but . . . every year there is another date that we pass over without knowing what it is but it is just as important it is the other date the death date.

remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf.

Looking in the mirror suddenly she thinks that we all know our dates of birth but that every year there is another date that we pass over without knowing what it is but it is just as important it is the other date the death date.