There was no end
to looking inside...

The ashes will come back
in mauve...

I had not imagined
that you will start an inquiry...

Standing in a milk line you were
talking of depravity, of blood lines...

A silence speaks up at ungreen
age for an unknown, finding...

Put off the lantern.
I am waiting for the moon’s...

Do I have a choice
before knifing the page...

While drinking the long night
you became taller than the eternal...

When the rage
will not find an exit...

Living in a cyst, it
would explore the breast...

Sometimes the ice burns,
a fish moves in your eyes...

What was about this face?
Between mirage and actuality...