27.4.15

What's big...

para mi amor, para mi perro, para para


+

Love love, love yourself, be the bee.

*

Poetry is a dream. You dream and you know it. 

Reality... you have to dare to live.

*

I don't think we can solve a thing (if there's one) but there's no choice. We try. We try because we can't be no-bee.

*

"We are the bees of the invisible. We wildly collect the honey of the visible, to store it in the great golden hive of the invisible.” ― RMR

No hay comentarios: