Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
Creators of history always play with our impotence and our ignorance.
To accomplish the perfect perfection, a little imperfection helps.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.