When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest. See image Antonio Porchia
Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years. See image Antonio Porchia
You do not see the river of mourning because it lacks one tear of your own. See image Antonio Porchia
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could! See image Antonio Porchia