It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.
What we call life is only talk of nature.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
There can be no forced inspiration.
Hope without love is hopeless.
A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams
In the lie of truth lies the truth.
Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.