You Can't Ever Be Really Free If

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know.

But That's How It Is When You Start Wanting To Have Things. Now, I Just Look At Them, And When I Go Away I Carry Them In My Head. Then My Hands Are Always Free, Because I Don't Have To Carry A Suitcase.

My Bag Was As Light As My Happy-go-lucky Heart.

Storms Probably Exist Only Because After Them We Can Have A Sunrise.

It's Risky To Talk About One's Most Secret Dreams A Bit Too Early.