Sometimes horizon roams with moon
I pluck the stars...

A blank paper invites
for rape...

Finally I found myself.
This book of life...

In the service of flesh
new vision was perfecting a cult...

He was asking for, at least,
a passive euthanasia...

I wished
a solitary temptation...

Your unclaimers
will miss the date...

Death in meadow
on leaves, under the sky...

Drowning her children
back in her womb...

The fall
was imminent...

A poem writes my name.
I am trembling...

There was existence,
without space...