Without a proper spelling what is good poetry? A good perfume on dirty skin or a bad coat!

Love – are you still excited by a coat you wear every day? Love is not a coat – I was told in reply...

Grab the little finger of my right hand and grip all my fingers, all my body in one sole and eternal kiss.

My body is sky and in my soul flocks of angels are flying, wings of joys, spring burdens.

The time-light – the most beautiful poetry of the Universe.

Spring – we feel it equally all the souls, and blossom – soul flower gardens, we become the earth, the skies.