The man slips along the stoically congealed houses Perpendicular like them A moving ornament Burning fiction His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments

An unknown force is calling mePerhaps the voice of that star perched on the last heightPerhaps the desire to see the spaces that conceal Europe

A bouquet yellow like remorse Hurts my view The cage The wheel The vile ennui of all mankind And no one no one to break my chains!("Outcries")

Look for the love, you will find the beauty.

We may have pets, but when it comes to unconditional love, they are the masters.

Who was he if not destined for fame?

My generation was born to work with social media - it's a natural part of our communication with the world.

Many even see in Obama a messiah-like figure, a great soul, and some affectionately call him Mahatma Obama.

The sexual revolution transformed the American West: Now even cowboys can get laid.

Copying is not theft. Because when you steal something it means the other person doesn't have it anymore.

The best decisions aren't made with your mind, but with your Instinct.

Perhaps the reassuring thing about grieving is that the process will not be cheated.

To be sure an artist wishes to raise his standard intellectually as much as possible, but the man must remain in obscurity. Pleasure must be found in the studying.