Love is almost never simple.
There can be no forced inspiration.
He tries to find the exit from himself but there is no door.
Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.
I fly through memory to find a newborn love.
To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.
Everything that looks too perfect is too perfect to be perfect.
We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Oblivion cures the old wounds.
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.
Devil and God – two sides of the same face.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.
Life eats life to live.
A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.
I can see myself before myself – A being through dark scenery.
We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.