My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.
This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy. Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness.
Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.
The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There’s no getting over that.
You might think I lost all hope at that point. I did. And as a result I perked up and felt much better.
Haverá outro céu, meu amor, é só esperar