Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.