ever since I met youmy heart cannot retire

Real love,” said the old carpenter to the young lady,“is a cock-and-bull story,told by an idiot.”“But why,” she answered,“are you talking in those harsh, black-woven words?You need to believe that one day you will see the light.Maybe this nightmare you've pierced inside your headis only a dream.

I swam in the open seasand a faceless man counted the timethat nevermore belongs to me.Do you feel the same?Do you dream of a timethat bears another name?You drew me in your own imageand I wrote your name all over my heart –fiery lights are all I see behind my eyes.

uncompromisingness and devotionis the quintessence of loveto give everything and expect nothingand be blessed with allyou never dared to dream aboutbecause it's mutual

Clouds add character to the heavens.

time is the most precious thing I can give to youbecause you and I are shaped by our finitudebut every finitude can grow ad infinitum

When I think back to the first time we met, it feels like a dream," you said, only a few days later.And thus you voiced what came true only a few months later.It had been a dream.[...]"Even then, you have sealed our preterite," I said."Why do you say something like this," you asked me."Because we never had the chance to share the present.

I'm grown up -why should I believe in fairytales

vast landsand a horizonnear my fingertipsnearly touching the skiesI see my earth at a distanceneither in fieldnor in flowerwill I grasp my tomorrowno wateroffers the solutionI need to drink