You have been on my mind
For a quarter of a century...

A Good Day
This morning I woke up to say...

A Good Life
I knew where I wanted to go...

Acquaintances and friendships
come and go...

A Sad Poem...

Your friendly hand
touched me...

After the daily bread we meet
Gino...

ALL Gone
It is during our senior years...

Why do you insist on being different
when you fear all those...

On the hills of long time ago
we have now buildings and houses...

Three violent movements are heard
seen...

Apocalypse
We must not let greed...