We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.