The world is a playground, and death is the night.
Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.
Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another
Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.
There are thousands of wines that can take over our minds. Don't think all ecstasies are the same!