La solitude, la douleur émotionnel… et dort avec nous toute la nuit, Des larmes qui ne sont pas visible… des cris silencieux que personne n… sentiment de détresse incessante,

I’m looking for the face I had before the world was made. I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves, the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would bec...

I come from the depths of infinity and from all directions of space-t… I traveled through dark tunnels, w… I went straight, circled, parallel… Cosmic clouds trapped me and escap…

Why must I lose everything I own? Why must I lose all I have loved All that I desire, all that I’ve… Time is Relentless, dauntless. Like a fleeting moment, like a spe…

I know not what tomorrow may unfol… Or where the roads, as yet untrod,… but i know There are no borders, o… Like you, I was born. Like you,… Sometime, We’ll read the meaning…

Love is not a theory, a theology,… Love is not confined in any system… Love is not intellectual or emotio… Love is freedom, freedom from all… freedom from all crutches, freedom…

I came into existence, naked yet c… with innocence and unaware, bathed with my mother’s blood, old folks heard me cry and were so… I came not into this unknown spher…

Why must I lose everything I own? Why must I lose all I have loved All that I desire, all that I’ve… Time is Relentless, dauntless. Like a fleeting moment, like a spe…

Listen, if stars are still lit it… Why then do we feel so much pain a… are we waiting for something, regr… To whom I can strech out my hand… Who will give me a fiery day?

In Mircea Eliade’s thought, religion is seen as a universal and fundamental aspect of human existence, characterized by the experience of the sacred and the profane. Eliade believed th...

I came into existence, naked yet c… with innocence and unaware, bathed with my mother’s blood, old folks heard me cry and were so… I came not into this unknown spher…

‘God, why give Wings for the ange… but feet for people? . ’You were born to dream, you were born to love’. ‘Give me wine. Give me bread,

Amor, una pequeña iglesia que está… espera con las puertas abiertas, pero nadie va allí a rezar, las oraciones no serán dichas, ahora, a donde ir? ¿De qué manera?

In the quiet of the night, We find a truth profound: there ar… No lines to mark where you end and… In the vast expanse within, we are… Our hearts beat in unison, a unive…

You can only find out what you are from what you are not which is everything and nothing. Your home is everywhere and nowher… Your true identity is no identity.