A feeling that makes us crumble as if we were sand castles, which for a period seem solid, beautiful, filling our eyes with joy and happiness...
The tongue of the jealous devastates everything it touches.
Jean Massillon
moon in the snow here life will be played soon
Kikaku
I show my passport my shadow waits after the border
George Swede
Reality is only formed in memory; the flowers that you show me today for the first time don't seem like real flowers to me.
Marcel Proust
Do not be worried about anything. - Philippians 4:6
Paul of Tarsus