Love Is The Mystery Of Water And

You Can Cut All The Flowers But You Cannot Keep Spring From Coming.

The Ardent Hymn That Unites Peoples.

Only Do Not Forget, If I Wake Up Crying It's Only Because In My Dream I'm A Lost Child Hunting Through The Leaves Of The Night For Your Hands.

He Who Has Nothing—it Has Been Said Many Times—has Nothing To Lose But His Chains.

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.