Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else's face.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Dream by making and make by dreaming.

For a game, you don’t need a teacher.