The children whom nobody leads by the hand are the children who know they are children.
You can owe nothing, if you give back its light to the sun.
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.
My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.
Almost always it is the fear of being ourselves that brings us to the mirror.