Silhouettes Shadows are step-children to the sun visited from time to time by the moon.
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?
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.
Art It does really really good when someone understands your art.
11:30 I feel therefore alas I am.