We Are Born Of Love. Love Is

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

You Lack A Foot To Travel? Then Journey Into Yourself - That Leads To Transformation Of Dust Into Pure Gold.

We Can't Find The Truth Listening To Our Own Voice's Echo. We Can Find Ourselves Only In Someone's Mirror

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.