“I know a lot of people look up to the sky to talk to God, but not me. I am searching for my pieces in the blue ocean above the mountains.”

I am not from the Earth. I am from a place artist are obsessed with. A place where everything makes sense from the point of view of imagination, but not human intelligence.

When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.

When the coarctation of mind replaces the latitude of heart, then life is a battlefield between gone and unborn. The war between things you cannot change and things you cannot touch.

Her lips have so many burns and scars, but they are still sugar-sweet.

Every birth has its significant lifetime miracles. We are supposed to forget all but we are also supposed to remember again. The veil of oblivion exists to make it more interesting to discover ourselves again.

You can meet me at local beach. I am waiting for you so that we can find ourselves together between the beach and Heaven.

When the sun goes down, sometimes I am psychotic, sometimes I am reckless, sometimes I am aggressive but when I talk to the moon about the life on Earth, I am forgiven because the night understands me.

We need to surrender ourselves to the water before we can climb the spiral ladder.

A wanderer who found beauty in a quiet jungle and went into a mysterious paradise in search of a treasure of silence in which the whole universe hides.

I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.

Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.

Sometimes the prettiest souls are hiding the most violent demons.

The end of suffering is one wish of a well-rested soul.

Mind in different galactic space, forming a new place.

You were the sun to me, but tell me how come your sunbeams have so many shadows?

There are so many pieces of souls flying above us and obscuring the sky that the sunrays can barely reach the Earth.

My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time.

You really have to count your blessings and you have to make a decided effort to not get seduced by the blues.

I got an attitude, that’s rude because I walked over Elvis’ grave in some blue suede shoes.

That narrow stretch of sand knows nothing in the world better than it does the white waves that whip it , caress it , collapse on to it .

I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.

People like Clyde McPhatter who came out of the black churches – like Sam Cooke and Aretha Franklin – were all church singers who became great pop singers because gospel singing is very close to the blues.

And what does the beach knows of depths, the cold, the currents just there, where-do you see it? – Where the water turns a deeper blue.

I don’t believe in inspiration that arrives like a bolt from the blue … It seems to me that the more motivated I am by what I film, the more objectively I film.