Life is a cycle of
art poetry and songs...

Intercept its ending
to salvage its beauty...

The certainty of death
is the only certainty...

Who are you
my virgin lover...

To all execrated cries
of my adulterous joys...

Happiness is
in essence...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

Weekly ritual in my balcony
continuing with my moonlighting story...

If calm comes after
storms and rain...

The time of year i greatly fear
grand feasting and plastic cheer...

My little ash
it's been a while...

Looking for the moon
against a sky destitute...