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

A snowflake falls, so tenderly on your lips, I have learned to love this winter.

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

Your eyes are my stars of happiness.

Love frees my thoughts and deeds.

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.