A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.
Your love taught me to grieve and I have been needing, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal
Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook
Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.
Dive into the sea, or stay away
Our shouting is louder than our actions, Our swords are taller than us, This is our tragedy. In short We wear the cape of civilisation But our souls live in the stone age