A transparent pulse is moving a hand broken with...
A stalactite through which no drop ever flowed...

Farewell poem I write,
Waving my hand and heart to you...

Dear my fellow
Poeticians...

I know you,
know that I knew...

Am angry at you..
As a friend am angry...

The night is cold and windy
My heart is warm and needy...

You are all that crowns my sky,
The fruit of my youth...

The world is a tinny ball,
don't try to balance on it, you will end up...

Far away you smile
I smile, but in between are miles...

With a cold breathe I stare,
As the beauty of the night disappear...

What is there to remember,
the smell of death or the fountain smile crowded...

At night
I look at the sky...