The night is still waiting.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

Every scent is the sun's scent.

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

Courage is more important than to be deceived by shallow victory waiting for a delayed defeat.