Nascent love is so touchy, childish and timid, that it fears displeasing even the thought of the idol of its concentrated adoration.
By the lake I smooth the moon's shine with wet hands
Eunice Arruda
“My weeping soul hides behind a mask of flesh: My Face.”
Rafael Cruz
When flying on board an aircraft, you see that saying that the clouds are God's carpets is still not enough to express his greatness.
Chaim Mesquita
Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.
Victor Hugo
Because we declare ourselves, we say that we love, knowing that the heart never stops loving, when it doesn't see itself as complete, it goes after another that completes it.
(Author Patrick)