Critique by creating.

“As when, O lady mine,With chiselled touchThe stone unhewn and coldBecomes a liv…”

“Cruzimea n-are rost unde-i iubire si nici puterea unde-i umilinta; blandetea-nv…”

“Cel ce iubirea-si ia drept arma, frange destin si ura, forta si mizerii.”

“Believe it or not, I can actually draw.”