A radical is a man with his feet firmly planted in the air.
The drizzle is cozy, bucolic like a mother.
José Silveira
LOST LOVE (HOPELESSNESS) My heart bleeds, empties, Not from this red blood That runs through my veins Bleeds love I start to feel cold My body...
Arturo Angelin
Simple words often deceive us due to their ease.
Henry of Shivas
There are four things that do not return: the stone, once released from the hand; the word, after it has been spoken; the occasion, after it is lost; and time, after passing...
Orazio Riminaldo
From afar I am the verse itself I create my desires, my universe Only I live and nowhere inhabits me My desire consumes me and gives me life I want what you have and what you have...
Nina Rocha