"To see the blue, we look at the sky.
The Earth is blue for those who look at it from the sky.
Is blue a colour itself, or a matter of distance?
Or a matter of great nostalgia?"
Clarice Lispector


"Do not tell me goodbye, O friendly shade, slow down the rhythm of your steps; 
feel the smell of the old flame of our good and candid hugs! 
Do not go yet though, O friendly shade!"
Florbela Espanca


in a life full of stories
for a death to come."
Charles Bukowski

Morning Tears

"Deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter
because then I would die."
Pablo Neruda

Through the Mud

"Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty."
Sicilian Proverb