When the love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
And whem he speacks to yoy believe in him,
though his voice many shatter your dream
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
But if in your fear you would seek only
love's peace and love's pleasure,
then it is better for you that you cover
your nakedness and pass out of love's
threshing-floor.
love gives naught but itself and
takes naught but from itself.
love possesses not nor would it be possessed
for love is sufficient unto love.
love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
Love is to wake at dawn with a winger heart
and give thanks for another day of loving
Love is to return home at eventide with gratitude.
Love is to sleep with a prayer for the beloved
in your heath and a song of praise upon your lips.
(G.K. Gibran) kiss
Non sono le sue poesue ma le mie poemie e pitture
Non sò cosa sia questa vita forse come dice il mio amico Angelo ... è tutta una follia ...
