Love is like the sunrise; hope appeared at the same time on two faces and in two souls connected by the same wonders and tears of life.

The distance between two souls-one is infinity, outside.

Every being is the universe shed from itself, like a continuous sunrise.

Sad soul that which meets only tears in love; sad the flowerless tree with no sky with peace rains; sad the bird that shall never find its offspring.

For quite a few millennia, the man has been trying to restrain souls, striving to keep himself outside.

Poetry: souls. In their whisper, the burning of infinity...