But when I call for a hero, out comes my lazy old self; so I never know who I am, nor how many I am or will be. I'd love to be able to touch a bell and summon the real me, because if I really need myself, I mustn't disappear.

Cómo se acuerda con los pájaros la traducción de sus idiomas?

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.

Love is short, but forgetting is long.

Hands make the world each day.