No acceleration in the falling speed
of a feather oscillating...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

The puddle always individuates itself against the...
even the rain constantly increases the puddle...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

The urge to tell stories,
to tell the story...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...

In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...

How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...

One cannot fathom
things that are too obvious...

Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...