Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?

I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind.

We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror

Lovers move like lightning and wind. No contest. Theologians mumble, rumble-dumble, necessity and free will, while lover and beloved pull themselves into each other.

Peace is wonderful, but / ecstatic dance is more fun / and less narcissistic

Don't grieve for what doesn't come. Some things that don't happen keep disasters from happening.