Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.

Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.

Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.

There is the title of one book In Underground One Can Meet Only Rats. And I'd re-phrase, In Cosmos One Can Meet Only Mutants, besides, rats are mutants too there, in cosmos, therefore, I'd rather walk on the ground.

Some believe that as an icon the image of Oscar Wilde is too old and notorious--all right, not an icon, let him be our oriflamme.

We will witness one day, when my sky kisses your sea.