My feelings are too loud for words
And too shy for the world.
Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.
For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.
They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
There is another alphabet
Whispering from every leaf,
Singing from every river,
Shimmering from every sky.
Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
here is no competition of sounds
Between a nightingale and a violin.
If you are good, they say you are weak.
I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things
And even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
To say more while saying less is the secret of being simple.
While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.
Do not look too far for you will see nothing.
Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.
Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success
We forget the easiness of free beauty
Lying sad right around the corner,
Only an instant removed,
Unnoticed and squandered.
Everybody talks, but there is no conversation.
In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.
Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.
The world cannot be translated; It can only be dreamed of and touched.
When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.
Every scent is the sun’s scent.
Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.
I recreate myself; that is my only power.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
