Speak any language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, but always speak with love
Hear from the heart wordless mysteries.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
Your name is upon my tongue your image is in my sight your memory is in my heart where can I send these words that I write ?