Author of quotes: Bestnes. Page 4

Existence of you in me. I only know one language of you. There is more explanation in silence than in mania. The one who was before who became. In silence knowing her silence. Losing hope every day. The one who carried the words for the proposal. Said. And so they did not understand. I knew.

Arguments compete with words. Whoever knows the word stronger is right. No dispute arises where everything is clear. There were never those cherished words in the arguments. Truth has its own truth. There are no arguments.

You argue again, not survived. Paints drawing the illusion of what life did not give. I again listen to experience. Understanding you in your every word of non-existence. These disputes about disputes are just for the sake of it. I won't give up what I don't have.

Remaining what has not yet happened, I carry a spark. In the definitions of death of past years, there is no longer life. Soon, right here, without definition, there was one who was not there. But where there was no life. The freshness of the smell of a second, inhaled with a taste better than yesterday or tomorrow.

There is a person in hate. He who loves, loves and hates. Humanity has all the flaws that need to be loved. Knowing the open window through love. Or closing doors through hate.