In the emptiness of life
My heart sadly lives...

Am a void waiting to be filled.
An ocean waving for the shore...

I saw the moon,
next to her grave...

There were times I dreamt of peace,
And all my demons had turned to be a wish...

In life,
What kind of Art are you...

Death is another way of looking.
The moon of death is older...

After the dust has settled,
and the air is clear...

You can put out the fire but never put an end to...
The one who did not rise to the dignity of fire...

There is a door that is open but we have to break...
just the same...

I have calculated the thousands of accidents it...
I keep walking backwards in pursuit of delirium...

The darkness had taken her soul,
for every provoking thought she brought...

I would write of African
not as a continent...