There can be no forced inspiration.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
God is a cloud from which rain fell.
Hope without love is hopeless.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
