They want oasis but they're building desert places...
Hunger strikes the metropolis, beggars ask for...

I just want to be ambitious-
I want to be the sun...

I had loved you since,
Without you knowing it...

What if poems would be forbidden?
I can't imagine that the world is poemless...

Love is a feeling-
nice , sweet, wonderful...

Making breakfast,lunch or dinner,
Slower or faster the sooner the better...

Behind the shadow of the cross,
You let me rest peacefully...

His soul strengthens mine,
His smile encourages everyone...

Hope that the end will come by spending my last...
simple, warm, nice------sweet...

Now I am like fireworks in the night...
glowing...

A healthy kiss and a whispering goodbye,
Of a wife for her husband gone to war...

I was wrong..
I knew then that you were right...