Never Believe A Man Can Change A

Light Is More Important Than The Lantern, The Poem More Important Than The Notebook

And I Fear That My Place Gets Taken By Some Other One, Very Lucky And Not Too Shy, Who Flirts With Your Eyes While I’m The One Who’s Crazy About Them.

There Are Some People That We Didn't Forget, But We Don't Smile Any More When They're Mentioned.

Our Shouting Is Louder Than Our Actions, Our Swords Are Taller Than Us, This Is Our Tragedy. In Short We Wear The Cape Of Civilisation But Our Souls Live In The Stone Age

The Female Doesn't Want A Rich Man Or A Handsome Man Or Even A Poet, She Wants A Man Who Understands Her Eyes If She Gets Sad, And Points To His Chest And Say : 'here Is Your Home Country.'