Monday, 27 January 2014


Since love grows within, so beauty grows.
for love is the beauty of the soul

the pile of cloth made with love doesn't grow
yet the love grows because little pieces are defined

I try to isolate the pain from my whole life
but sometimes life is so complicated that the power for isolating is poor

webbies....look for love
what who when it shines on
beauty whitin grows!

don't you think?

Friday, 10 January 2014



accept me as I am

even if I want space

space to cry 


lets honour each other's needs


my friend