The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.
The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.