Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words have the ability to change our lives simply by being next to each other.

They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they’ll take myselfso nothing remains.But they don’t know that when I'm gonemy love will stay.

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?

Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I’ve become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.

Happiness is exercising the little freedom that we have by choosing things that create harmony in our lives.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

Why are we afraid of the silence that ensues after our death? Wasn’t it the same silence we endured before birth? Isn’t it the same silence we revel in when we are completely immersed in the present moment? Let us not be afraid.