Nothing seems true that cannot seem false.
Oedipus… The tragic memory of tainted love. Hands stained with the same blood, due to an unpremeditated betrayal. The memory of a capital sin, not m...
Isabel Rosete
Intimacy doesn't dwell on the time we are with someone, just as how happy someone makes us doesn't either, time and liking are from different universes. Ne...
Fernanda S. Medeiros
Feelings Passions, Loves, illusions... Words don't describe them, the heart does, it knows everything we are experiencing and feeling, it knows why you sigh and why it suffocates...
Humberto Luiz
The Pope is an idol whose hands are tied and feet are kissed.
Voltaire
I lack inspiration. When I see myself without her. I'm a passionless poet. Residence without window..
denis