Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

Many things can wait. Children cannot. Today their bones are being formed, their blood is being made, their senses are being developed. To them we cannot say "tomorrow." Their name is today.

In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.

Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps.

I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

My grief and my smile begin in your face, my son.

For me, religiosity is ... the constant remembrance of the presence of the soul.