Lovers Are Patient And Know That The

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

We Should Ask God To Help Us Toward Manners. Inner Gifts Do Not Find Their Way To Creatures Without Just Respect.

Whether You Love God Or You Love A Human Being, If You Love Enough You Will Come Into The Presence Of Love Itself.

Your Spirit Is Mingled With Mine What Touches You, Touches Me.