Just above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.

To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.

Someone had to embrace positive beginnings before anyone could celebrate successful conclusions or continuations.

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.