"Never say someone to leave, specially when you know... they don't want to."

If only I could preserve her motherhood in a bottle of glass, I could have forever slept in the luminous embrace of its hypnotic tenderness.

KNOW NOT
WHY? AND HOW?
I AM ON THIS PATH
THIS PATH WAS MEASURED
BY THE FOOT-STEPS OF THEM,
WHO DARED TO TRAVEL,
BEFORE THE TABOO WAS BORN..
HIDDEN IN ITS BREATH
THE PAIN AND PASSION OF DREAM,
THE DREAM THAT DARED TO EXIST,
IN THE EYES OF FIRST MAID..
MY LORD -- MY LOVE-- MY TEACHER
YOU ARE SO KIND
BUT I AM LEARNING
TO LOVE THE LOVING,
WAITING FOR THE HAND,
THAT HAND WITH A TORCH
THAT LEADS ME TO DESTINY--
OH ! MY LORD!
KEEP YOUR PALM ON MY SHOULDER.
OH ! MY LOVE!
PLANT YOUR TEAR IN MY EYE.
OH ! MY TEACHER!
MAKE ME A TIMELY LEARNER.
WISH TO ROLL THE PATH
----- BEFORE DAWN!

The absence of stillness is time. Time and stillness cannot coexist. Time is never your present for as you spell your very moment, it has already become your past. Make haste or sleep, but do not waste the energy of "unstill", you owe it to Nature.

The colors that best define the beauty of colors is black and white; hence the reason my memories are all grey, for they preserve the best of colors of life.