Piercing and rough… hazel eyes… Deep, intense and fierce his glance… Strong and square and deep jawlines… Unique fighting scars and...

I was diving deep in hell… Swimming in the flames of spell… I died there… I screamed in vain… Burning every drop of pain. Shining hope of...

I know how it feels. There are obstacles and stones that hurt your legs when you're running towards the sun... There are thorns...

I was struck by the enticing and acidic smell of the roses in the small garden… I could feel my body becoming a free and a provocative...

I swore I’ll never write again… The rhymes are buried deep… in vain… I know deep down we’re all the same… We’ve learned to live and...

The ghosts of the past always come back to haunt you… From their dark corners of the oblivion they’ll appear back into your life… over...