A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.
