If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...

If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today...

I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...

I,
would love to smell...

I've always wonder - it has always been
a part of me, wondering that is. About...

Write me in color blue
as if you were drawing to me an ocean of words...

Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...

I saw the crescent moon
like an orphan child in winter...

Like birds that soar in search for food
I'll spread my wings in search for blood...

my baby
splashes smiles...

To be just me, that's all I yearn to be.
But who is this me, whom I want to be...

Oh saintly night,
you, where the moon strolls by...