I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

Technology is grey. More technology, less colors. We're building a world with colors only in poems.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

Vivo sempre no presente. O futuro, não o conheço. O passado, já o não tenho.

I am very close to HIM, sometimes I think I am HIM, with my mood is the weather,bright and sunny forever.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswe’ll never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.

If I were John LennonAnd my feelings for you grew,I'd have left The BeatlesTo spend all my time with you

the glory of the protagonist is always paid for by a lot of secondary characters

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

The most complicated skill is to be simple. Even if you tried in this world you will wage war with yourself.

Apakah hidup ini akan menjadi membosankan, jika hanya melulu soal patah hati dan perasaan yang tak berbalas?

My beloved isn't dazzling light, Darkness is my beloved – The reason I'm so fond of her…