Dream by making and make by dreaming.
The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.
If you are only what you are, You at least have a chance Not to outsmart, But be on a par with yourself And that is worth trying.