Moon, eye of
night, will watch...

I was not ready
when the gift arrived...

I plant my last kiss
on the wall of mausoleum...

It was like a combat
exercise at sunset...

A name breaks on the tip
of a pen...

Do not unveil the
wound of errors...

I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades...

A poem dies in me.
I search for you again...

A single line,
undefined, hangs...

It was not easy to recall,
the love in truancy. Needs...

Even the tree enters its shade.
It was very hot this...

This road will not take you to a theme.
In wind...