When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.

My bits of time play with eternity.

I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings. For the soul that cures its own sufferings dies.

The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.

You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.

I can wait for you longer. Because you have arrived.

My heaviness comes from the heights.