A man who allows wild passion to arise within, himself burns his heart, then after burning adds the wind that thereto which ignites the fire again, or not, as the case may be.

Go moan for man. It's the pathos of people that gets us down, all the lovers in this dream.

My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!

Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?