Our romance begins in winter; Between I and the only city I know. Empty and clean. The never ending circles. I realize I love the roads. I love gazing at them. I realize I love the sky. Between the sky and the skies, I wonder, how much there is to know? Strong and Silent. I realize I love the elegance ...

Once upon a time there was a dreamer He was loved. Love become his mirror and made him see himself as prince. He never use to talk much, Neither he was rich. The joyful warmth of love causes me to sing, of a self-created kingdom i am the King.* When he was young, His mother and father Had faith on ...