for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

All seasons are beautifully filled with splendid wonders.

The stork is voiceless because there is really nothing to say.

Indeed, there is something in this valley, some spirit and some life, and much to talk about in the huts. Although nothing has come yet, something is here already.

The perfect shorts are always important.

Make your mind learn its way around the heart.

I think celebrity culture and sexuality in pop music is really important, but I want there to be an alternative for people.

The simple is carefully shunned by those who labour to seem what they would be.

The ultimate error is the refusal to look evil in the face.

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

Don't suffer fools or you'll become one.