Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.