People who repress desires often turn, suddenly, into hypocrites.
Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
What a piece of bread looks like depends on whether you are hungry or not.
There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?