·Romi·:
Verde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la montaña
·Romi·:
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
·Romi·:
Friendships are fragile things, and require as much handling as any other fragile and precious thing.
·Romi·:
... the season before the smooth pink folds of the flower have burst their gummy case, when the wings of the butterfly, though fully grown, are motionless in the sun.
·Romi·:
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
