I write to understand what I know.

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

Knowing you, I understood myself.

To understand and be understood is to be at peace

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.