The rose's rarest essence lives in the thorns.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.
At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.
Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.
I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.