They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.
I travel, always arriving in the same place.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.