Poetry is the art of dressing words.

I love you more than love allows me to do for the boundaries limiting our hearts are defenceless.I know I could invade your land any time but how dificult it would be to find out I could lose the battle forever.

I am an eight figure lying on the corners of the clouds.

There are two words that give wings to mortal men: humbleness and gratitude. Humbleness sanctifies one's soul but it is gratitude that puts a halo around one's heart.

Nobody will spoil my day today. I need all my energy to make love to you.

I just want to remind you that you should forgive yourself first before you forgive me.

I have been wrong a lot of times and I am not ashamed of my mistakes. They have taught me a lot about myself and my capacity of reconsidering everything in life.

What is love but the verb that caught fire?

It reaches through my skin and pierces the night saying: I am, I am , I am.

Touch my most profound skin and I will call this love.And I will call you love.