We Are Captives Of What We Love,

Sarcasm Helps Me Overcome The Harshness Of The Reality We Live, Eases The Pain Of Scars And Makes People Smile.

On This Earth There Is That Which Deserves Life.

... For Me It Is Essential, Essential For The Poet To Have A New Toast, New Songs.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.