Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water

Through Love, All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire. Your Essence Is Gold Hidden In Dust. To Reveal Its Splendor You Need To Burn In The Fire Of Love.

You Are Dreaming Your Thirst When The Water You Want Is Inside The Big Vein On Your Neck.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.