Only the looker sees....

Isn't it interesting how the signs can be so blatantly obvious, so technicolored bold?
When friends and lovers finally find what should have come so easily, the only thing that's left for them is long gone, missed, and cold.
Can't you see the obvious?
Can't you feel the change?
Don't you understand what's going on?

No, but I will tomorrow.

Can non vos animadverto EGO sum a subsido traba , cado in a niger vorago? Audio quod vos mos audite ; peto quod vos mos reperio ; vultus quod vos mos animadverto verum in mihi.

Futurus a verus amicus , nos must audio invicem , non tantum nobis.


Mais, non?