Even if you try, life does not fall into repetition. But there are thousands of people who repeat themselves. From her wound, her rose, her ivy.
The world is exhausted.
Of course, the one who waits at God's door will get his share.
Where is this despair?
To whom is this feast?
May there be beauty in our port. May prayers be a shore for tired hearts.
I don't have any expectations. I have no complaints from anyone. I open myself to God. I entrust my heart to God. There is no question of his wisdom.
If one day they talk about autumn or sadness, will it be possible to put me there?
Life is Beautiful.
Hope is beautiful.
Love is beyond reason.
What has been written and what has been written by the pen of those who prefer being in love to their life for the sake of love. Why? For the recognition and recognition of love, which opens the door to similes and is the focal point in words. Is our job, our principle, to know and not to know? No.
It is known that, of course, it is to underline and emphasize its rank, its vast nature, its place in the dictionaries and its name in the books.
Let mankind live with the mystery of an art whose name is love. Allegory is the definition of this art. In other words, knowing how a word is associated with both literal and figurative discourse.
The truth is that an eternal love sentence is clear to man, the opening of a chosen emotion.
Even more. The fair side of an internalized love poem.
Isn't it the most honest solution of the matter to catch a quirk of life in the temptation of love.
Love is goodbye to the silences in the heart.