will carry your voice like the nest that holds the sleeping birds.
The canal loves to think that rivers exist solely
to supply it with water.
The sun greets me with a
smile. The rain, his sad
sister, talks to my
all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
The best does not come alone. It comes with the
company of the all.
Men are cruel, but Man is kind.
Kicks only raise dust and not crops from the earth.
Let him only see the thorns who has eyes to see the
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never
again soar in the sky.
The stream of truth flows through its
Man is worse than an animal when he is an animal.
The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis
misplaced is the unreal.
Lead me in the centre of thy silence to fill my
heart with songs.