In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

The sweetness and delights of the resting-place are in proportion to the pain endured on the Journey. Only when you suffer the pangs and tribulations of exile will you truly enjoy your homecoming.

Live life as if its rigged in your favor.

Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.