Painting transforms space into time; music, time in space.
How good it is to love you Even if you don't love me Feeling those butterflies in your stomach Feeling your perfume even when you're far away Recognizing your voice among so many other N...
Nina Hanner
The tiredness of all illusions and everything that is in illusions - the loss of them, the uselessness of having them, the exhaustion of having to have them to lose them, the heartache of...
Bernardo Soares
the butterfly lands on the sleeping temple bell
Yosa Buson
I don't have a heart of stone or gold... I don't force myself to be kind because of appearances or docile because of demands.
Aline Rodrigues da Conceiçao
I wasn't what others were I didn't see what others saw But that's why what I loved, I loved alone.
Edgar Allan Poe