" What else can I tell you? 

What else is there to say? 

What else can I tell the one that holds all my whispers? 

What does the seagull tells the (sea) wave for which it loves its eternity?

Nothing,...it just rotates in the blue hourglass with its dance touching its waves. Who's dancing? The seagull? The Ocean?

Do you know where do you begin and where do you end?

My dream.... 

I wish to see it in flight. Are you going to help?"

Trials of Poetry, Madalina Day 2007, p.50