Nobody Loses All The Time.

The Whole Truth... Sings Only - And All Lovers Are The Song.

As Small As A World As Large As Alone.

N Othi N G Can S Urpas S The M Y Ster Y Of S Tillnes S

Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear. . .

If A Poet Is Anybody, He Is Somebody To Whom Things Made Matter Very Little - Somebody Who Is Obsessed By Making.