When I do not find your black eyes
everything founders...

Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent beautiful blooms...

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

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

The crucifixion of these geometrical shapes
in the air...

Rains are gone.
trains are gone...

The knight
armoured all in white...

it is the objective of life
to take everything...

"I love you for all the women I have not known"
(Je t’aime), Paul Eluard...

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

Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...

Beside these forlorn shades,
there are no realities to my existence...