And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love

What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave, and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

Time cannot children,poets,lovers tell- measure imagine,mystery,a kiss -not though mankind would rather know than feel

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.