When I Curse Fate, It's

All Was Taken Away From You: White Dresses, Wings, Even Existence.

What Has No Shadow Has No Strength To Live.

Poetry Is A Dividend From What You Know And What You Are.

And If There Is No Lining To The World? If A Thrush On A Branch Is Not A Sign, But Just A Thrush On The Branch? If Night And Day Make No Sense Following Each Other?

It's True That What Is Morbid Is Highly Valued Today, And So You May Think That I Am Only Joking Or That I've Devised Just One More Means Of Praising Art With The Help Of Irony.