I trusted you, gave you my heart yet you betrayed me, there is no limit to your wickedness, you love money more than a soul, you destroy kings in exchange wealth, your greed has no boundaries. Never trust the words of a prostitute her mouth may speak sweet words and her heart may say another thing. Sampson was a great man yet betrayed by Delilah. There is no limit to the wickedness in the heart of a prostitute, go not closer to her door, last, she destroys you, give your wealth to a stranger, and your glory to pigs.
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim. The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.

There is something that I have seen under the sun, man killing man for power, wealth, riches, and glory, yet, God watch them both. Relay not on the works of your hands nothing last forever. AS a yung boy and the first son of my father, I decided to walk on the path of righteousness and also know wisdom, no one can change the past, it belongs to history and there is nothing under the sun without history. where there is love there is peace and friendship
