Your love to me had always
been a splinter of...

It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...

If only you were
a melody...

The night is swarthy and I've been thinking
about you lately, wondering if you're eating well...

From lung to mouth
to the air. I try to write your...

Women like you
are lonely...

When I talk with my father
about guys and their sweet...

You are
beautiful, like a flower...

I don't usually pray.
But tonight, the hospital was crowded...

The sky is clear, and on the sidewalk,
old men are playing backgammon...

It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...

Sometimes, I like you
with hazelnuts...