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

Nothing fools one as
being unable to make...

Speechless is the word!
Poetry is too loud...

The knight
armoured all in white...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...

Moments,
soaked and swollen...

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

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

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

She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...