When I Am Not Desperate, I Am

Between The Fear That Something Would Happen And The Hope That Still It Wouldn't, There Is Much More Space Than One Thinks. On That Narrow, Hard, Bare And Dark Space A Lot Of Us Spend Their Lives.

What Does Your Sorrow Do While You Sleep? -it’s Awake And Waiting. And When It Loses Patience, It Wakes Me Up.

To Be A Man, To Have Been Born Without Knowing It Or Wanting It, To Be Thrown Into The Ocean Of Existence, To Be Obliged To Swim, To Exist; To Have An Identity; To Resist The Pressure And Shocks From The Outside And The Unforeseen And Unforeseeable Acts - One's Own And Those Of Others - Which So Often Exceed One's Capacities? And What Is More, To Endure One's Own Thoughts About All This: In A Word, To Be Human.

~beautiful Soul Weeps Deep~

Of Everything That Man Erects And Builds In His Urge For Living Nothing Is In My Eyes Better And More Valuable Than Bridges. They Are More Important Than Houses, More Sacred Than Shrines. Belonging To Everyone And Being Equal To Everyone, Useful, Always Built With A Sense, On The Spot Where Most Human Needs Are Crossing, They Are More Durable Than Other Buildings And They Do Not Serve For Anything Secret Or Bad.