God is a cloud from which rain fell.
All those big words produce disgust today.
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.
It is vain futility to analyze the algebra of time.
For a game, you don’t need a teacher.
There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.
Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.
You mark and celebrate errors, transforming failures into successes.
To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.
Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.
In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.
Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.
Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.
With your goal you make the one.
We grow from our dreams.
You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.
Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.
Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.
In an endless silence even screams sound silent.