No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guilt, no judges, no hierarchies; Only silent equality.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned, To live without dying, And I am sad about it. But I lived And I am happy about that.

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

We grow from our dreams.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

All those big words produce disgust today.