Who do those eyes look, calm? Do they ask for justice or pledge of love? Is it a debt or a fear and pain? Where is that man who owns the eyes he already lost?
Where does that man lie at night, When his head of secrets rests But bare his body hiding Between the very frost of his gaze? Who do they look at then, those closed eyes just one time, And who loves those eyes, as if it were the door to Eden?
That’s a funny thing, fame. People definitely do treat you differently. When you begin to be successful, people say, ‘Don’t go changing.’ Well, that’s easy to say, but the fact is, you don’t change at all - other people do. - Jonathan Rhys Meyers