It is not the heart that bends,
bows and touches the nebulae...

I have seen him barefoot with a stick in his...
drawing enigmas on the ground...

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest...

Words ate me yesterday.
They licked my muse till...

Sade dit moi
Qu' est ce que tu vas chercher...

No one can see and understand anything in someone...
Herman Hesse...

She folded the yellow paper in half
to make a crease, then folded it again...

A wild solitude opens the door
and sits on my sofa, inviting...

Yesterday is today:
pseudo faces, alter-egos...

There is no comfort.
you look at the invisible sky but nothing is...

Will you ever forgive me
for my poetic ignorance and romantic wings...

I know you are in rehab (no no no)
and have been clean...