I shall now tell a famous story That is old, sad, has no glory. Rumors had it at the end Romeo die. But truth be told, it is all a lie. Juliet claimed loving him, indeed But with no goodness, to his death she seeked. Happened that a richier men came around, And a greed sparkle grew so big it could reach a cloud. Juliet was to marry, Infortunately she found this folk named Harry. They ran away and had five kids, While romeo made money with this famous tale and disappeared.

Blank Page We are just words that finding others, form paragraphs that will eventually write the history of the world. Lonely we are stuck into boredom of one meaning, but when we join together it is given us a world of possibilies. The one who writes us we can't see. The one who put us all together we don't get at first. But at the end it doesn't matter whose pen it is, but wether or not we'll let ourselves be written down.