Nothing else could move me more than your working thoughts exploring the infinity of understanding. This vision of you always seeking the truths of the world gives me hope that the world will be better one day. Thank you, my love.
In my soul, humanity is a single part, a big gentle bird whose song I use to sing every early morning in the silence of the Universe.
I love more and more, but actually I don't know why. You are so sweet, so tender, so careful with my soul, and me a stupid angel, I'm afraid to tell you you're exactly what I'm wainting for.
When one half goes, the other one must always remain whole. This is one of the rules of the game.
Try to remember me when the cold, frosty winter sets veils of snowflakes over my old hair. I will remember you too.
Try to learn from the past when it is still the present. The future seems often not to obey the same laws.
I dont know yet if I am, but I do know you are, and this gives me a feeling of fulfillment.
Perhaps, someday, someone will see and understand the real shape of the world.
Wherever I am, whatever I do, my only purpose in life is to see you a restless desire like the need to see the light in the morning.
Where is Philosophy sleeping this saturday afternoon? Are the philosophers already dead? Are the poets gone from the planet? I look through the window and all I see are advertisments.
