For what is a flower but life's expressed passion for itself. Sudden and brief, but certain and eternal at the same time

God, to breathe. Air. You don't know what it means until you cannot take a breath

At worst, they were vile creatures who needed to be wiped from the face of the earth. At best, such behavior shows a dangerous lack of self-control. The first …

the little death. What would or could be left of a human being after such an experience?

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

Estas que fueron pompa y alegria despertando al albor de la manana, a la tarde seran lastima vana durmiendo en brazos de la noche fria.