“Heroes are the saints of every nation.”

“Saints are those who managed to love more than we did.”

“Each coil has the earthquake which created it, as every death has the life that gave birth to it.”

“Living a life that in fact lives them, as well as death dies them every moment since the triumphal birth in order to die. ”

“The ending can only start with the beginning and end with self estrangement, as to become once again his own/old self. This is why every man is a continuous ending. ”

“What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self? What can this symbiosis between two souls can be? What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings? What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love? But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls? Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain? Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?”

“Emptiness is the worlds greatest discovery”