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

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

There is no love greater than that which trapped you as a silly a Spring day, and you never felt the need to leave.

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

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

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