Top Highlights

• If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream. But when you want to wake, I am your wish,
• I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky.
• And surely of all the stars that perished long ago, one still exists.
• Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.