I am because you are

our tongue is a weathercock of our loneliness

The salt was put before me and I could use it or not. I was rejoicing at the freedom of my will in the eatery.

sincerely yours

… the depth of our steps is defined by our love to other

what use is it ?

While wandering around a town, I was watching people passing by

That’s all?

The Earth ages testifies for the eternities

The proverbs are like the oaks that don’t cry. The ages announce: “Whom we love best, to them we can say least”