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