My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky

never believe a man can change a woman those men are pretenders who think that they created women from one of their ribs

A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body.

Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently.

And the writing is still : to you, with you, about you, because of you and for you.

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.

My Master... Say all you wish of me. It does not matter to me:Shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple minded. It does not concern me anymore. For whoever writes about her concerns. in the logic of Men is called a stupid woman. and didn't I tell you in the beginning that I am a stupid woman?