"Those Who Dance Are Considered Insane by...

When I was young,
my father used to bring home a newspaper...

She found a public restroom
and cried in front of the mirror...

What happens after love?
Weightless I lie with my heart...

She rides jasmines flowers in fields of hope
and I sit upright to appreciate her care...

That day in Stratford-upon-Avon...

Almost Alchemy
I spread my silence over the words...

He told me
I taught him...

Disarmed, she sat for some minutes,
thinking about certainties...

If i could leave this bitter coffee
for tomorrow or maybe those overdue bills...

Leave the heavy rings on the corners...

Epiphany
She loves that man...