The Airplane Has Unveiled For

He Sat Down. I Sat Down Next To Him. And After A Silence, He Spoke Again. 'the Stars Are Beautiful Because Of A Flower You Don't See...' I Answered, 'yes, Of Course.

What He Had Yearned To Embrace Was Not The Flesh But A Down Spirit, A Spark, The Impalpable Angel That Inhabits The Flesh.

Of Course I’ll Hurt You. Of Course You’ll Hurt Me. Of Course We Will Hurt Each Other. But This Is The Very Condition Of Existence. To Become Spring, Means Accepting The Risk Of Winter. To Become Presence, Means Accepting The Risk Of Absence.

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

You're Not A Man, You're A Mushroom!