before the first breath, before the second love and the gentle pain,
has his quest for knowledge born.
Lucid is the passion flowing into the consciousness of thinking;
abducted the elder love seeking for rational clues.”
“Behind the many stars you know that the only sun has yet to come.”
“Bring what you want.
Take all you need.”
“Please, few of a lot more instants…“
“You were my Sturm, my Fermat’s theorem, my Casablanca’s twilight.“
“Meanwhile the storm a Hermit Crab.”