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

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

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.

He kissed her lustfully.
Mindlessly.
Senselessly.

Freedom ends when it enslaves.

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