The rain holds a vague secret of tenderness, something of resigned and gentle drowsiness, a humble music awakens with it that makes the sleeping soul of the landscape tremble.
As I haven't worried about being born, I don't worry about dying.
In the flag of freedom, I embroidered the greatest love of my life.
The most terrible of feelings is the feeling of lost hope.
Discard sadness and melancholy. Life is kind, it has few days, and we must only enjoy it now.