Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses,

Love Comes Of Its Own Free Will, It Can't Be Learned In Any School!

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

Counterfeiters Exist Because There Is Such A Thing As Real Gold.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.