Un poquito de todo lo que hace esta vida vale la pena vivir.
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul.
I don’t want a lukewarm love. I want it to burn my lips and engulf my soul.
Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.