There are no secrets that time does not reveal.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
Is a faith without action a sincere faith?
My death taking the light from my eyes gives back to the day the purity...
A tragedy need not have blood and death it's enough that it all be filled...
I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace an observer who is aware of time's chariot aware that some metamorphosis has occurred.
