109 Quotes by Gwen Calvo

Descending thru your voice like a song, like a cascade of orchids in an afternoon, eternal falls to the Sun.

You taste of the sea, of clocks, dark nights, of everything that is soothing and prohibited. Of dawn in the eyes, falling snow and destiny.

Write, burst into a dream.

The forest opened the road, his reeds in one fist, devotion in the other, a bow on the back, words as petals, and a blood-stained smile.

Indigo sky, because the heart is also a sunset.

The only thing I know about me is that it is you.

Souls bound by infinite coincidences.

Her echo is the only reality in his silence.

The sand storm carries words but feelings not even a hurricane.