In a sweet way, my thoughts, are embedded in love.

Love frees my thoughts and deeds.

Jewelry of the clouds on the horizon; Seven circles are intertwined. A voice follows you without words; Soft footsteps, in the water of transience.

My eyes fall on you like a singing veil from the days of rebirth.

I prefer friends who walks with me in the shade - because friends, who constantly splendor in the glow of the flash of photographers, and sometimes accompany me - at every turn in times of success, this species of friends are suspect to me.

If your inner silence begins to wear a silk fruit; only then, the day will reveal to you its hidden secret.