Help Your Saga
Help yourself, heaven will help. Help me, I will continue to help you for years…
Help yourself, heaven will help. Help me, I will continue to help you for years…
My former gods are the poets who spoke in the hollow of my ear and heart.
I’m not doing anything. I’m waiting for it to happen. And it happens every time.
Obedience or madness, last choice of the sorcerer. I take both.
Do not confuse ally and spiritual protector. These two notions are opposite.
There are many doors to get to other worlds. Sometimes they are visible.
“I look at this anthill and wonder if men are still capable of love.” (Frances Farmer)
Intelligence everywhere, love and beauty for your plenty and upliftment.
Your life is before you like an ocean. My life too is an ocean, but behind me.
The friends we’ve had all look like Juan Matus. The Maestro even more.
Consumed by an inner fire, they disappear, free, as if they had never existed.
Irrational is the other name of madness. Scary isn’it? Difficult matter. Disturbing but capital.