Birthday On your name day I give you the gift of wings Now climb on top the house And jump I’ll blow the candles out.
Loneliness sometimes gives me a quantity of creativeness – you’re drinking another glass of wine and you’re feeling even worse. Art doesn’t work without pain; art also exists for compensating pain.
Love is like a flower, even the most beautiful kind dies.
Who am I? What am I? Why am I?
Art It does really really good when someone understands your art.
11:30 I feel therefore alas I am.
Silhouettes Shadows are step-children to the sun visited from time to time by the moon.