I Sleep With My Feet On Moss

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard

I Have This Weird Obsession About Buying Books And Looking At Them With A Smile, Even If I Won't Read Them Soon. At Least They Are Mine Now.

The Self Is Merely The Lens Through Which We See Others And The World.

You Carry Away With You A Reflection Of Me, A Part Of Me. I Dreamed You; I Wished For Your Existence. You Will Always Be A Part Of My Life. If I Love You, It Must Be Because We Shared, At Some Moment, The Same Imaginings, The Same Madness, The Same Stage.

We Travel, Some Of Us Forever, To Seek Other States, Other Lives, Other Souls.