I leave for you my past
and the last paddle in the sea...

I hope those pieces you stole from me
can fill the gaps of your soul...

I fear
the shafts of dawn...

Your absence spoke in crowds,
it said you came like a green cloud...

Yesterday,
my heart was embroidered...

You stroke the spine
of my iceberg...

You were not my past;
you were the lost intervals...

Burn my soul in silence;
watch me glint...

I write
to deaden the traffic...

Kill me in a poem you inspire,
let me write you in my pen...

Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...

Colors dripped on the surface
like goosebumps on tender skin...