Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

like a moth that was going towards the fire.
I have seen you in darkness...

Our death is intended
unless we prove otherwise...

We all are on death row.
we all are convicted of living...

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

The moon is yet full
even when just half or non...

I'm so lost in me
that only in you I can...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...

From the futile war
remains legions of mutilated hearts...

Is understanding, as ruthless as it is,
another version of satisfaction...

I dreamed of you at nights,
I sleepwalked you in the daylights...

Clocks disguise the time
in the acts of rotations...