The Moving Finger Writes; And Having Writ,

I Hide My Distress, Just Likethe Blessed Birds Hide Themselveswhen They Are Preparing To Die. Wine! Wine, Roses, Music And Yourindifference To My Sadness, My Loved-one!

The Rose That Once Has Bloomed Forever Dies.

I Came Like Water, And Like Wind I Go.

We Are Thinking About Bad Only Those Who Are Worse Than We Are, And Those Who Are Better Than Us ... I'm Just Not Up To Us ... One Does Not Follow It Than Smell Roses. Another Of The Bitter Herbs Will Produce Honey. Give Bread To One - Will Remember Forever. Another Life Donation - Do Not Understand.

Living Life Tomorrow's Fate, Though Thou Be Wise, Thou Canst Not Tell Nor Yet Surmise; Pass, Therefore, Not Today In Vain, For It Will Never Come Again.