Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all...

Why your lips
quiver, kissing a rose...

The yellow jasmines
are dead. My ache returns...

Moon dust was sprinkled
once more on mangroves...

Why did you cast
a net to catch...

Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep...

Do you know my
love, where the road ends...

There was a sharp rise
of indecent things. On the...

A circle,
will not become complete...

The auspicious death
in moonless night...

Fear grips a family of words.
You are going to where you do not want...

Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly...