I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...

Where has my imagination gone?
It used to be like bees...

I want be the search engine
where you could search everything you need...

Shoot.
The sky is purple. Tints of reds and blues...

If only I could write a sonnet, sigh
perhaps, my thoughts could get well organized...

In the roots,
I find my past feeding from the present...

I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough...

i
at midnight...

my baby
splashes smiles...

I think of you as starry skies
Who hypnotize my dreamy eyes...

At night I dream of suns so bright
Of flowers wilting up with fright...

I bleed and bleed
from the bottom of my heart...