For the spell is older than experience. For the tale is older than the record.

What is the main thing in love? to know and to hide. To know about the one you love and to hide that you love. At times the hiding (shame) overpowers the knowing (passion). The passion for the hidden - the passion for the revealed.

My desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.

Women talk about love and silent about lovers, men - on the contrary: Speaking of mistresses, but are silent about love.

What shall I do, singer and first-born, in a world where the deepest black is grey, and inspiration is kept in a thermos? with all this immensity in a measured world?

However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.

In this most Christian of worlds all poets are Jews.