Success is not in the palm of your hand, a building is not in its map… Blessed are the stars that are counted, if not in love, nothing counts

I am mad at this one thing, the fun of love is not in you to understand… if you are not mine I will believe, the lack is in truth, not in delusion

Seeing more tears coming from laughter, I ask, why the effect is not the opposite? What more could I want to spend my days empty-handed? That my life is also in my possession

Do not doubt that my poverty is very naive, there is a state which is not in any screen… has a narrow mind towards me, a place in the world for me to know