It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

In the confluence
of two opposite successions...

There's nowhere to go
for everywhere is here and...

A plastic rose last
forever for it is dead...

I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...

A tear has an existence of its own—
salted from deep seas...

Tranquillity
is to recognise...

Now
is a magnificent creature of infinity...

I wrote millions of poems for this little rose
and they still are not enough...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Why just in opposite can we unite
and tie...