All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are.
In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.
Place gifts of silver in our hands. Give us this day our daily fish.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.
He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?