In the evening of the first day my father conducted us to the public baths.
It is the evening that questions thus from within me.
Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.
My theme this evening is that America needs a competitive dollar.
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.
I don’t do evening business dinners, and I don’t do weekends.
Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.