Piled high the boxes reach
to brush against the ceiling...

She stands amid the chanting mass
crushed on all sides like a pebble between...

At last awaken senses
dulled by subjugation...

Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...

A Stranger Watching Life Pass By
Is this all there is...

Waiting,
the seconds chase away the minutes...

Peaceful recollections blur sharp edges
as under summers sun time reverses...

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

The nights are closing in and winter
stretches out cool fingers to caress...

There is no dreaming here.
No beauty left in washed out...

The princess stood at the top of the tower
and stomped her feet and cried...