I get this feeling
and anything can happen...

A flower is not a flower.
It is an illusion floating toward the mirror...

A Bio-logical poem
The air was loaded with promises and mystery...

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

He inherited some metaphors and
an unbowed head when...

They hid refined cruelties beneath the green...
She watched everything paralyzed on the faded red...

The black veins of the day
pulse deep inside...

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

He raped grammar;
misspelling life...

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

Between us mars and venus
and the virtue of wanting more...

Let me drink my misery,
observing this obscene poetic moment...