This is love: to fly toward a secret sky
The mirror of the heart must be clear, so you can discern the ugly from the beautiful.
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
Play the flute of felicity! You, yourself, are the melody.
Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.