Roots It’s in the women delicate as a leaf and tenacious like ivy that I see the roots of our humanity And by the woman are our roots in Earth Mother. This hope to every man: to understand it, to see it.
Fence From here my soul will never reach the sea heart goes on beating on the sand To a friend of a past time
Loneliness Go, and climb the social grid until you get to the top. Do not look at nothing and nobody but the top. Where are you going?
Antara Kumbhaka Being able to receive a gift. Far beyond being able to see it is being able to belong, for an infinite moment, to the harmony. Your breath is not taken away if you learn how to live the beauty: it is expanded, for a moment, to the infinite.