I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.

I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky

We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!

Either give me more wine or leave me alone.

All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.