I do not destroy the crown of miracles of the world and I don’t kill by my mind the mysteries I come across along with my path. in the flowers, in the eyes, on the lips or graves. Others’ light suffocate the spell of the incomprehensible hidden in deepness of dark, but me, with my light I increase the world’s mystery - and the way the moon by its white rays do not diminish, but shivering increases the mystery of night, the same way I enrich the dark horizon by deep shivers of sacred mystery and all that is impossible to understand becomes more incomprehensible under my eyes - since I love flowers and eyes and lips and grav