Freedom ends when it enslaves.

There is no real light but just small sparks of happiness we should photograph to contain. But if we stop to photograph, we can’t enjoy them, the flash overexposes them and they disappear.

Love is not about oneself, but about the other. It's not about keeping, but about freeing. Love is not love if not shared.

He kissed her lustfully.
Mindlessly.
Senselessly.

We had everything: love, attention, the best money could buy, but we were taught that we had to first give to then receive.

This is the Modern Man, who cannot save himself but wants to save the world.
He is the Wise who knows not.
And his footsteps on the road click tic-tac, tic-tac