If writing poetry is talking about feelings, then what am I talking about... if I don't even know about mine... if I don't even look for them anymore... I just write what has been or will be... A trance...
What's a kiss if I can have your look?
Sky
I am not night, but I am afraid of my own darkness. Please send me stars.
Rosa Berg
By grace you are saved. - Ephesians 2:8
Letter
The pride of little ones consists of always talking about themselves; the great ones in never talking about themselves.
Voltaire
If all humanity but one were of the same opinion, and only one individual was of the opposite opinion, humanity would have no greater right to silence this opinion...
John Stuart Mill