I wasn't a rose, nor a bud,
I wasnt blooming in love...

Lids hug each other;
this type of love makes one dream...

To live is to breathe
as to breathe is to inhale then to exhale...

When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...

A cricket
bugs a frog...

i
a wooden desk at the corner of the room...

A boxer
boxes men...

A human
skins lions...

If I were an small island firmly rested on the...
my possibility of no longer being an island...

I
Sometimes...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...

When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...