You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

My sleep abandoned me
when being awake hugged me tightly...

When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...

No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...

I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...

one night
it dawn on me...

often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...

There's an apple tree in my backyard.
I watered it not...

some days
my thirst is so immense...

It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...

hey, don’t panic
It’s okay...