Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing.
I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.
I paint flowers to prevent them from dying
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
What would I do without the absurd and the ephemeral?
To feel the anguish of waiting for the next moment and of taking part in the complex current (of affairs) not knowing that we are headed toward ourselves, through millions of stone beings - of bird beings - of star beings - of microbe beings - of fountain beings toward ourselves.