Secret codes resound. Doubts and intentions come to light.

In the language of poetry, where every word is weighed, nothing is usual or normal. Not a single stone and not a single cloud above it. Not a single day and not a single night after it. And above all, not a single existence, not anyone's existence in this world.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.

Today when two people decide upon a thoughtless and precipitate abbreviation of the physical space between them, they think, at least at that moment, that they're mutually attracted and drawn together by an overwhelming force.

Nothing's a gift, it's all on loan

Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!