In our brief life, so many roads, so many miracles and blessings and glories, but also so many curses and denials, grief and contempt,continuous waves on the planetary seas that come and go, and they crawl us into the vast heavens,n that quiet rhythm universe listen to your heart beat.

Behind the heavens,life and death, a tone,Behind the heart,a butterfly dancing,In the end everything is simple,as simple as a leaf that one holds in one’s hand,as simple as the laughter of a child.

We can't communicate the incommuunicable, we can't explain the inconceivable,life's fullness forever lies in wait about each one of us,and the lonely emptiness of existence is permanent, but a star deep in our heart lead us the way home.

We are human beings and ought to be here for each other, as revercently, as lovingly, by teaching the language of tolerance, of justiceas we would before the entrance to immortality.i know that underneath the mess of our differences everything is common, just think about it

We have no time, we have no space, we are questions that love answers, but the veil of truth don't lift.In the edge of abyss, people really meet themselves, when they're staring at nothingness, and then they understand that we are, birds of passage.

He told me a tale of woefulness, one upon a time the heaven woke up and the silence spoke, then came the separation, the agony began, the fear and questions came, and I wept, tears I had never known before. since then the days are falling and abandoned, we walk facing the sun but the shadow is behind us and follow us.