The soul: a wide listening sky with thousands of candles.
Friends are enemies sometimes, and enemies friends.
The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?
Whatever happens, just keep smiling and lose yourself in Love.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky
Donโt knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How arenโt you?