I’m on a long journey around and through myself…

I feel like shredded paper thrown to the wind, each poet took a piece of me and wrote a word or phrase…

My poetry is the highest valuable thing I have to make you smile…

Poetry is born of a lack of love, born of a crazy and impossible passion…

Little,It is a small measureBut can you measure love?

Friendship knows no color, nationality, race and social level, friendship knows no age and gender, friendship knows no distance.

Lord, give me the quietness of the waters of this little brook and like it I will amalgamate myself in thee!

Every soul yearns for freedom.

The important thing in life is to be.

Every pain is repeated in other places and other lives, every joy is repeated in other places and other lives.

I am the poet with scaring words and blurred letters. I do not know if my poetry is a blessing or a curse.

Your face expresses a simple majesty,Your look is that of a captive princess,Your lips have a slight smile andThis shows your glory of being a woman.

Daisy, simple and discreet flower,That earned the heart of this poet.

Loneliness why do you accompany me if I wish to be alone?