诗歌是灵魂的语言,是无形之物的声音。
La poesía es el lenguaje del alma, la voz de lo invisible.
The clouds over the land now rose like mountains, and the coast was only a long green line with the gray blue hills behind it. The water was a dark blue now, so dark that it was almost purple.
当有人真正倾听你而不对你做出评判,不试图为你承担责任,不试图塑造你时,感觉真是太好了!
No Human Is Limited as Long as You Have the Desire.