One man gathers what another man spills

There is a road, no simple highway, between the dawn and the dark of night, and if you go, no one may follow, that path is for your steps alone.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Well, the first days are the hardest days, don't you worry anymore. When life looks like Easy Street there is danger at your door.

Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.

Let there be songs to fill the air.

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world, but the heart has its beaches, its homeland, and thoughts of its own. Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings, but the heart has its seasons its evenings, and songs of its own