In summer memories,
You are like dripping honey...

Do you see
this soft skin...

Someday, your eyes will be
two coffins in the cemetery...

All I ever asked, was for a little portion of...
you know that glass of milk in the counter top...

The moonlight highlights the spotlight
of your sight with such delight...

Nothing kills not even death.
We live forever, forever we live...

In my town - not a city like Rio Verde,
The Circus arrived with January's festival...

You are two extended palms
facing one another, touching...

"Stop it, you are splashing it all over...
Water spits clarity...

At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue...

I miss them moments, like the rain
like Xanthe, showering PnQ with fame...