Leave me here to daydream distant worlds and yet so close… I almost touch them with my hand… I have my feet planted in our land I won't...

Life does not end with death. It ends when you stop feeling emotions. Poetry taken from Verses of a Surreal Life

Sweet is the light and beautiful for the eyes to see the sun. Even if a man lives many years, let him enjoy them all, and think of the...

It fascinates being suspended between the real dimension and the dreamlike one... But, then, the question would be: which of the two...