What We Feel Is Beyond

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

Life Doesn't Stop After Losing Someone, But It Goes On Without Them Differently.

In The Summer I Stretch Out On The Shore And Think Of You. Had I Told The Sea What I Felt For You, It Would Have Left Its Shores, Its Shells, Its Fish, And Followed Me.

Don't Love Deeply, Till You Make Sure That The Other Part Loves You With The Same Depth, Because The Depth Of Your Love Today, Is The Depth Of Your Wound Tomorrow.