A poem should be written
when our hands are sweating...

"why do we have to march?" he asked me.
"to honour our country." i answered...

My love
left me blind...

Naked Moment
Silence hid me...

Let me walk on holy ground with you
as you touch my soul and my world expands...

This undecided day
left me another pill...

A strange happiness
nuzzled her, recreating...

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

This woman is not a woman.
she is a sort of bendable agony...

Sheshesheshe
sheshesheshe...

When the lights are off,
her Mathematics shrinks...

She couldn't see
but there was a copula verb between them...