No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.
 In the cradle a child is screaming.
 An old man sits over his death, and anyone
 young enough talks to his love, breathes 
into her lips, looks into her eyes.

No one has ever stepped twice into the same river. But did anyone ever step twice into the same book?

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.

Don't you know no one can escape the power of creatures reaching out with breath alone?

How quiet the writing, how noisy the printing.

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.