Some are like the Moon, good looking, but only when they're away from you.
A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.
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
Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook
There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile any more when they're mentioned.
And I fear that my place gets taken by some other one, very lucky and not too shy, who flirts with your eyes while I’m the one who’s crazy about them.