Judge the moth by the beauty of the candle
Lovers think they are looking for each other, but there is only one search: wandering This world is wandering that, both inside one transparent sky. In here there is no dogma and no heresy.
I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.
Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.
Giving thanks for abundance is sweeter than the abundance itself.
Although I may try to describe Love, When I experience it, I am speechless.