There isn't a heart inside the chests of those that impoverish their kin – scissors, maxillae...

Too little is one heart for how much the human brain and soul want to do...

I'm awake, but my soul is still sleeping in your heart.

Behind every soul there is at least one other soul, within each heart a bigger heart, like a day or like a night that unfolds from itself in turn, more alive, more hopeful...

The heart – a living clock that houses loved souls in nameless cities.

We often say that the heart calls out... the heart is mostly quiet, other parts are screaming for completion...