MOTHER TIME: Every New Year is the same. Every day, every second is too for that matter. But when we deliver them in secret, when another year just begins as a matter of fact, it’s...

Creatures whose mainspring is curiosity enjoy the accumulating of facts far more than the pausing at times to reflect on those facts.

Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..

We look back on our life as a thing of broken pieces, because our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin’ goldAnd like the sky my soul is also turnin’Turnin’ from the past, at last and all I’ve left behind