We both know what
the black stars hide...

I summon you
to touch her suffering...

Her poetry squeaks:
it is hate...

Demeter blessed my coffee
with another doubt...

After her,
i grant myself the permission...

Clench your fists and
declare your right on this earth...

The leaf waits for me
like a woman in love...

I'd like to tell you 2.000 people died in Nigeria...
yes, human beings make me afraid with their toys...

She's walking into smoke
again and her mind swirls...

There is something between them
and he hates her from wednesday...

This moment framed the poppies
and the reflex of my lightness...

It is always the same thing
and their eyes avoid the pus...