I can not say a white word because words burn in the cold fire of time when they come from the depths of my being .... What can I say except a piece of poetry whose beauty is lost in the back alleys o...

What should I doubt? When they plucked the feathers of my being and measured the scales of two worlds, this is me, the butterfly on the wings, this is me, the waves of the calm sea, speak louder, shou...

I woke up before the bedside clock rang, I was very happy because I had seen Emily; Everything was great . Emily was holding my hand and whispering in my ear: Close your eyes and come with me Along ...

I woke up before the bedside clock rang, I was very happy because I had seen Emily; Everything was great . Emily was holding my hand and whispering in my ear: Close your eyes and come with me Along ...