Look at this!

That was my tasty baby. We ate it last week, it was so sweet. Now, we are wating for 3 more!

Hey You

This is my hart,

In your hands,
Gold and hot,
Not, red and sweet!

Believe Me!

Almost, every night, exactly after midnight, I start to write, and I continue writing until sunrise. Then I sleep for some hours and wake up and review my passage , poem, story which I wrote last night. But, you know after sunrise they don't make sense at all! they belong to dark night, so I throw out all of them. Maybe it is better that I make a fire and burn them in it like an intellectual person! What do you think?the cold weather is in the way.

Don't stop!

After 2... years old, everyday, one new idea.