Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death […]
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. Jean Cocteau
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects […]
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its […]
The day of my birth, my death began it’s walk. It is walking towards me, […]