I Adore The Struggle You Carry In

Willingness To Explore Everything Is A Sign Of Strength. The Weak Ones Have Prejudices. Prejudices Are A Protection.

Life Shrinks Or Expands In Proportion To One's Courage.

Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us To Convert Ordinary Materials Into Gold.

I Stopped Loving My Father A Long Time Ago. What Remained Was The Slavery To A Pattern.

How Well I Know With What Burning Intensity You Live. You Have Experienced Many Lives Already, Including Several You Have Shared With Me- Full Rich Lives From Birth To Death, And You Just Have To Have These Rest Periods In Between.