Space is the separation
from us...

Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...

He is so poor
He has nothing but honesty...

The magic of flowers
is...

The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life...

First the space
was an assumption...

We carve our masks with our faces
against the chisel of darkness...

They think they do not like me.
They doubt of my goodness to be...

You inject the poison of your contempt to your...
disallowing her to discover the word clearer...

I remember my future
if I see my past in a different degree...

<<One should know of the illustrated book: "The...
They sounded so ostentatiously strong...

They scare us with death
until we are frightened of living...