Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.
I could write a treatise on the sudden transformation of life into archaeology
forgive me also that I didn't fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums
Study the world's skin before you set out to look for its heart.
No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.
I thank You Lord for creating the world beautiful and various and if this is Your seduction I am seduced for good and past all forgiveness