There is life surrounding us,
like evil eyes that waits for our down fall...

She spoke of my existence as if
my birth was a collision of seasons...

The air around fought back to keep me trapped by...
Where no holy beings found consolation to lighten...

I wrote you a secret,
a single word...

We never liked each other,
but yet, considered as brothers...

I watch,
I cry...

Art is speaking from the heart,
language which make skinny people feel fat...

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

My eyes hurt, a painful reflection,
it's a state of art, my fantastic imagination...

Simple yet so meaningful
Far but feels so closer...

Her eyes remain glued to her scruffy shoes,
As she roams aimlessly around the streets of...

Years ago my life was but faith
living each day with no hope for another...