You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.
Say it clear, and it will be beautiful.
they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and I keep on remembering mine
We cannot create what we can't imagine.
may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back
People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated.