Truth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.