In Hatred As In Love, We Grow

Alexander, Of Whom Men Tell Many Legends, Lived By His Own. Achilles Must Have Patroklos. He Might Love His Briseis; But Patroklos Was The Friend Till Death. At Their Tombs In Troy, Alexander And Hephaistion Had Sacrificed Together. Wound Patroklos, And Achilles Will Have Your Blood.

Love Is A Boaster At Heart, Who Cannot Hide The Stolen Horse Without Giving A Glimpse Of The Bridle.

True Friends Share Everything, Except The Past Before They Met.

Clouds Of Black Birds Rose Up Wailing And Screaming, Like The Thoughts Of My Heart.

It Is Something, I Thought, When A King Can Put A Courtesan To The Blush.