The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

A word only writes Its night and ridesIts dream.

Vandals listen only when others are stronger.If vandals are equal or strongerTheir word is the last word.

If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn’t write a single word, but that would be tragic.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.