With fingers
in my lower back, my spine...
Yes, the other daY
On my way tO...
A bench is a place to rest
in front of flowers and a lake...
Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...
I,
I write of you, of me, but mainly you...
It was me the night - dark
It was me the night - black...
At night the lights are out of sights
the ponds are ice...
I’m not sure why I keep trying
there is never an end...
I'll see you when I'll see you,
like I see you today, tomorrow, and...
I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...
I bleed and bleed
from the bottom of my heart...
She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...