You leave behind your fine poems.You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You ascend into the Light, O Quechomitl, you leave behind the flowers and the singing and the earth. Safe journey, O friend.

Oh captain my captain

Love is wind for the soul

kau mata, aku airmatamu...

True poetry is embarrassing.

Don't be afraid of poetry.

Poems are difficult to silence.

think think think until you blink

Il sempre è fatto di attimi.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

I love not man the less, but nature more

poems are small moments of enlightenment

Is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.

Fear is a hurdle that stops the expression