I'm Not Me But Living

For Me Writing Is Like Breathing. I Could Not Live Without Breathing And I Could Not Live Without Writing.

You Can Crush The Flowers, But You Can't Stop The Spring.

Tomorrow We Will Only Give Them A Leaf Of The Tree Of Our Love, A Leaf Which Will Fall On The Earth Like If It Had Been Made By Our Lips Like A Kiss Which Falls From Our Invincible Heights To Show The Fire And The Tenderness Of A True Love.

In Love, You Have Loosened Yourself Like Seawater

Death Is The Stone Into Which Our Oblivion Hardens.