When you feel protective toward your parents, you have become an adult.

The limits of prudence: one cannot jump out of a burning building gradually.

Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.

At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.

I dream of vague shapes that hint of my heart's desire.

Rule of religion: purpose breathes even in dirt and stones.

The flesh of past lovers looks both familiar and strange.