touchThe QUOTES

1 " As when, O lady mine,
With chiselled touch
The stone unhewn and cold
Becomes a living mould,
The more the marble wastes,
The more the statue grows. "

― Michelangelo Buonarroti

2 " She The voices of your whisperThe images of your memoryThe Music of your LaughThe Portrait of your SmileAre dancing on my MindThe Love The Warmth of your BreathThe Sensation of your TouchThe Presence of your AbsenceAre my desireThe Knowledge of your MindThe Irony of your JokesThe Desire to reach your DreamA Fighter Are my QualificationBut that Girl is slip awayCease to exist Memories keep repeatingReminiscingDying "