I searched in my deepest for the words that weren’t mine…
In his eyes I searched for love; what I thought to be love, was just lust; and was soon replaced by indifference.
I am more happy than the trees, because my sun never leaves me.
I fear not the nothingness of death – which is an illusion, but the nothingness of self-love – which is a reality.
Maybe my life here was like one of these days. But at least, a part of it was… more like one of these nights.
When the science will create a sky… I will surely believe in science.
Sometimes I think it would be better to forget one that didn’t love me… but I know it’s best to just forget the pain he caused me.
Life is great to me for one basic reason. I believe in everlasting love… which is God.
Once I longed for peace and joy in a world of knowledge that would charm my mind… but God made me find a world of wisdom, that forever charmed my heart.
I feel oppressed only when I forget that I am free.
When I feel like I’m going to explode of love… I remember that no man will be able to pick up my sparks.
My pride is my Lord’s love for me.
Who am I, if I am not a lover?... An empty shell, reflecting only a poor life of pain and limitation… better called death.
In his eyes I searched for love; what I thought to be love, was just lust; and was soon replaced by indifference.
I am more happy than the trees, because my sun never leaves me.
I fear not the nothingness of death – which is an illusion, but the nothingness of self-love – which is a reality.
Maybe my life here was like one of these days. But at least, a part of it was… more like one of these nights.
When the science will create a sky… I will surely believe in science.
Sometimes I think it would be better to forget one that didn’t love me… but I know it’s best to just forget the pain he caused me.
Life is great to me for one basic reason. I believe in everlasting love… which is God.
Once I longed for peace and joy in a world of knowledge that would charm my mind… but God made me find a world of wisdom, that forever charmed my heart.
I feel oppressed only when I forget that I am free.
When I feel like I’m going to explode of love… I remember that no man will be able to pick up my sparks.
My pride is my Lord’s love for me.
Who am I, if I am not a lover?... An empty shell, reflecting only a poor life of pain and limitation… better called death.
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