Grab the little finger of my right hand and grip all my fingers, all my body in one sole and eternal kiss.

My body is sky and in my soul flocks of angels are flying, wings of joys, spring burdens.

The time-light – the most beautiful poetry of the Universe.

Spring – we feel it equally all the souls, and blossom – soul flower gardens, we become the earth, the skies.

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

Arms clasped around them, the knees support my forehead and I don't know why so warm the eyes of the sky seem and so deep... they tell me to sleep... I am not yet born, a bird waiting for its flight...