the flow existences

how will she remember the silence of that endless moment?

Oh gran bontà de’ cavalieri antiqui!

the sunflower is mine, in a way

you spin me right ’round, baby, right ’round

this is a yellow world

a connoisseur of comfort

your mind is racing!

chicken tracks on the wall

40 is not a milestone: it’s just a (worn out) launching pad

A seed hidden in the heart of an indian bean tree is an orchard invisible

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