I Want To Do With You What

A Book, A Book Full Of Human Touches, Of Shirts, A Book Without Loneliness, With Men And Tools, A Book Is Victory.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

Peace Goes Into The Making Of A Poem As Flour Goes Into The Making Of Bread.

Love Is Not About Property, Diamonds And Gifts. It Is About Sharing Your Very Self With The World Around You.

All Paths Lead To The Same Goal: To Convey To Others What We Are.