Fati eshte nje kapitalist barkderr.Ka shume kerkesa ndaj teje, ta merr shpirtin , te ben zbor mire perpara se te te dhuroje diçka.
Fate is an expert whore.Knows perfectly how to clean you out , making a fool of you , never consigning you where you desire.
Fate is a fable without a moral.There might be plenty ways that serve to reach it , but most of them aren't the right ones.
Fate is a problem owning many solutions.Many times seems too easy to be reached , too available , too possible and understandable to be true , but leaves you at a election dilemma as well.
Fate enjoys extravagance.Is a close friend with exaggeration . Never draws near consistence , under control taken pleasures , deliberately restricted desires. Despises stagnant souls , broken hearts.
Fate is made of a wild, untamed nature.
Does no tolerations.Especially when bumps into people that are satisfied with just a bit of it.Runs away immediately from such cases.
Still ; fate has a bad custom: Develops an abdominal burst each time it faces with insatiable ones , with those that nourish their sick envy with a big appetite , so it just vomits itself generously over them.Maybe this happens because fate does not perceive any trace of prenciples or distinction , any desire to be selective , so it just easily scatters itself around.To tell the truth , fate has no character , as a conslusion it can't be a very precious thing.
So, to hell , with fate my friends!