man acīs cērt saule rokā guļ zvārgulītis bez mēlesun es gaidu kad tajā iespers zibens

Every beginning has an end and every end has a new beginning, don't worry, broken soul, life will one day come to an end.

We don't always get the answers we want, sometimes a simple look can haunt us enough to know some ghosts need their rest.

If that poem idea is in your head NOW, write it down. Right now. Or lose it. For when it's gone, it's gone forever...

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,para recomenzar el infinitoy para no dejar de amarte nunca:por eso no te amo todavía.

There's a path from me to youI'm constantly looking for, so I try to keep clear and stillas water does with the moon.

Looks like what drives me crazyDon't have no effect on you--But I'm gonna keep on at itTill it drives you crazy, too.

This is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.

For the blind poor, Rx: bleed. For yourself; Rx: love nothing.Sow rows of onions only. Plant turnips in the dark of the moon.

It is not our job to remain whole.We came to lose our leavesLike the trees, and be born again,Drawing up from the great roots.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Not in the clamor of the crowded street,Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyleatop some crumbling building,spring to lifea resuscitated angel.

One! two! and through and throughThe vorpal blade went snickersnack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back.