““If someone knocks on your door, my friend, and something in your blood beats and rests not and water in its stem, trembling, the source is a liquid harmony. If someone knocks on your door and still you have time to be beautiful and fits all April in a rose and rose bleeds the day. If someone knocks on your door one morning sound of doves and bells and still believe in pain and poetry. If still life is truth and verse exists. If someone knocks on your door and you are sad, open, it is love, my friend.””
