Friendship is a mysterious encounter that takes place in the soul.

I am the poet with scaring words and blurred letters. I do not know if my poetry is a blessing or a curse.

Poetry is born of a lack of love, born of a crazy and impossible passion...

My poetry is the highest valuable thing I have to make you smile...

I’m on a long journey around and through myself...

I feel like shredded paper thrown to the wind, each poet took a piece of me and wrote a word or phrase...

Little,It is a small measureBut can you measure love?

I was overcome by the simplicity of the brook and abandoned my envy and desire for bravery, and simply prayed: “Lord, give me the quietness of the waters of this little brook and like it I will amalgamate myself in thee!

The important thing in life is to be.

Loneliness why do you accompany me if I wish to be alone?