A thousand policemen directing traffic cannot tell you why you come or where you go.
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
Not the intense moment Isolated, with no before and after, But a lifetime burning in every moment.
It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
Hurry up, please, its time.
Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.