Why do you run away
from the primordial fear...

Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong...

You drop
Your body and become. "I...

In the valley of death
one more guest arrives...

It was difficult to revisit,
the birth therapy...

Roses had gone wilting
after surgery...

Digging the fossil
foot. Satisfied less...

I have become disconnected.
Talking of pose, while shooting...

Stealing from your
eyes a visibly...

Between want and desire
few crumbs of words...

Not settled anytime
between a beast, an angel and the man...

How many light years you?
have, when I walk...