Poems are birds that arrive from nowhere and land on the book you read. When you close the book, they fly out like a trapdoor. They don't have a landing...
Love should not only burn, but also warm.
Johann Goethe
We cannot control our lives but we can control our choices.
sebastião junior
All restlessness points to a higher thirst.
Saint Augustine
Anyway, in the end I arrived, the path ended alone, I'm at the beginning perhaps...
Aminada
You look like this acacia branch full of suns.
Eolo Yberê Libera