Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

I Should Sell My Tongue And Buy A Thousand Ears When That One Steps Near And Begins To Speak.

The World Is A Playground, And Death Is The Night.

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God

I Will Conquer The Whole World And Fill It With Myself