Last Night My Teacher Taught Me The

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

The Glance Of Love Is Crystal Clear.

Where, With Your One Rose You Can Buy Hundreds Of Rose Gardens?

Let The Beauty Of What You Love Be What You Do.