Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

Through a forest of challenges, thought moves and squirms, resisting beguilements; if it endures, it emerges pure.

How many unuttered words died in the heads of those for whom a word was too expensive.

From what you didn’t say, lies that you did say.

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.

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

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