Hey,
Stars watch the ceiling that watches us tonight...

Two bottles, two bottles
that's all it was...

No one nor anyone can...
I know there's another way...

Where are the meter writers hiding at?
just hit me with a poem in iambic...

Oh pain that in me reside,
Won't you leave my loving heart...

When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...

Scribbling down the road,
with steps sharpened by my past...

To feel is to sleep in streets
with newspapers up to necks...

I, a flower in a garden,
is wilting with time...

Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies...

Today, a young lady asked me,
"Don't you have any obsessions?&quot...

a bird soars
opening its wings...