Dreams are our only geography—our native land.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.
To come to nothing through something is the way to outside from both sides.
I fly through memory to find a newborn love.