“...I gave you painted air - tears I couldn't weep - truths I couldn't speak - all the words that caught in my throat...”

“...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...”

“...you betrayed me, but after all those years I discover, my tears have wiped the slate clean...”

“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”

“...when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...”

“...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...”

“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...”