 
        | If you want to read my poems, just ask me. | 
    I'd rip my soul apart for her
And still she keeps on crying...
    Seeking embrace of her cold eyes
I walked alone in gloomy nights...
    I'd rip my soul apart for her
And still she keeps on crying...
| The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.  | 
| The reason why others dont understand the poetry of oneself isn't because it's complicated but because it is the purest form of truth. | 
| Why do I live? |