I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

would you dare to love me?

Heroes are damned. No mortal conquers Death.

I have written too much about lives - I feel I have lived for too long.

Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.

I splash my head with ice-cold water and turn to face the mirror. When my image appears I instinctively look away. Is there a truth on the other side that we do not want to see?

I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.