I Understand Once Again That

Travelling To Past Lives Is Like Making A Hole In The Floor And Letting The Flames Of The Fire In The Apartment Below Scorch And Burn The Present

From That Day On, It Was The Desert That Would Be Important. She Would Look To It Everyday, And Would Try To Guess Which Star The Boy Was Following In Search Of His Treasure. She Would Have To Send Her Kisses On The Wind Hoping That The Wind Would Touch The Boy's Face, And Would Tell Him That She Was Alive.

You Start Living For The Obsession Alone ... You Want To Arrive Somewhere Regardless Of Whether You're Enjoying The Road Or Not.

It Is Easy To Be A Hater. Go For The Difficult Task: Be A Lover!

A Warrior Cannot Lower His Head - Otherwise He Loses Sight Of The Horizon Of His Dreams.