Donato Di PoceThinkers

The Flower is a thing which fools fail to see is in fact a poem trees write in springtime.

Loving needs three hearts: one to love, one to be loved, another when you are left alone.

The Poet is a peasant who sows metaphors and gathers wonder.

Spring is a time when trees also write poems, and fools think they are flowers.

Writing is listening to silence.

Writing is passing for an instant across others' emotion.