The loudest voice in the world is the absence of a child.

He is a war veteran without a uniform.

Candy may remind of a good childhood, but with all the pains of the past.

Counting monies for the better good.

Some tributes are unforgettable.

My dear son, I am a street for you, and sometimes the tree in the shade of which you sit every morning.

Who wants to travel to land of hope?

Catch the criminal inside.

The sneakiest weapons are baked in the oven.

Everything killed by a sentence

The rhythm of pain.

I lost you, like a soldier who lost his last bullet in a war.

Escaped Tacoma having read all incoming messages from Venturis.