A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.
Donโt pay attention to those who offer too much.
And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.
Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Two forces create eternity - a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.
I can see myself before myself - a being through dark scenery.