I can’t let you go now. I want to go places with you; obscure little places, just to be able to say: here I came with her.
We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.
Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.
I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.
gold never comes to the dreamers - except in dreams.
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be...including our perception. Of it