The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

You will always be a hyena.

Then you'll feel your cheek scratched... A little kiss, like a crazy spider, Will run round your neck... And you'll say to me : "Find it !" bending your head - And we'll take a long time to find that creature - Which travels a lot.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!