A noble man he is
and colors pass through him...

"Those Who Dance Are Considered Insane by...

Under the red wild rose stays
a force, a secret never told...

When you close the doors
and open the windows, there are...

Won't you celebrate my breasts
and all the complexities pervading...

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

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

As she walks towards me,
I think of how sad silence can be...

I shall not think of you
as a lunar creature or forgive you...

It's too late to clean the stains
on the window or darn the holes...

I summon and call thee up
Mighty one of the East...

I read your letter
as the words cried with me...