Every Bird Will Follow It's Specie.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

Except For Love, Nothing You See Will Remain Forever.

When I Am Silent, I Have Thunder Hidden Inside.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.