Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

Surrealism is the magical surprise of finding a lion in a wardrobe, where you were 'sure' of finding shirts.

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”

I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.

I think that little by little I'll be able to solve my problems and survive.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.