Your poems are so amazing, but say hide the greatest sadness I have ever seen. I love them, but very make me feel like falling down dead. Because, I don't know you. It is so sad. And so beautiful.

How do you mean that ?

Sabine

I mean, why are you write these damn poems and not living among the people. Why are you not living among "me"? It is as if you are in a prison. The most beautiful person in the world lives in prison. Come back to us, please. No more poems of the world of death and beauty.

I live among the people and I wrote peoms before I knew you, I just didn't publish them. And at all this poem isn't about death, this poem is about love , it's about to drive in the sun to the horizon in the arm of my boyfriend.

Sabine