BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY . QUEEN

 

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me

STEVE JOBS

 

Stay hungry

Stay foolish

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