Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else's face.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

You don't know anything, but I know even less.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.