There is no excuse for anybody cheating.

In this poem of mine, I’m telling one the value, power and effect of a single drop of their tears. I’m doing that by comparing tears with nature.

If a picture speaks a thousand words, I’m sure these speak a billion words.

Another poem I wrote, awhile back. It’s about the act of crying. What are tears really for?

I wrote this poem as some people complain about their life, and they don’t really know how lucky that they really are.

The book of life.

La figura del peccatore può anche apparire simpatica,quella dell’ipocrita, mai!

Never cower down to anybody.

When I was left alone to be get bored at a party when my partner was not with me because he was getting drunk.

This poem I wrote is about people that everyone knows, but no-one truly knows them unless they can look in their soul, everyone though but GOD.

Compassion is all we need. Pity is sweeter than all philosophy.