Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?

To be loved means to be consumed. To love is to give light with inexhaustible oil. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.

Our heart always transcends us.

Life is heavier than the weight of all things.

We see the brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen.

You, darkness, of whom I am born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes the rest.

You must give birth to your images. They are the future waiting to be born.