The Sparrow
You are my burning amber...

The day turns into a rose
The night lacking compose...

Every storm has thorns
Every rose rains...

The sparrow that never
lands has not limits...

The surreal dress
A puff from her...

The sweet river of life
in and out cutting like a knife...

The Table
My scars are nothing...

The talking parrot
The parrot flew into the small cave where he is...

The Thorny Woman
The thorny woman...

The tree branches bear and gray
pray for a moment of faith...

My feeling are a wall of false
not knowing up from down...

The Wall
America struggle to find jobs...