She always dances from the navel of her skirt!
Horizons are always very...

Right there
garden unfurls itself...

It was in the stage
between moments and the moon...

Tell me that there is a reason for me being alive,
that there is a final meaning...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

So, then, does a dummy always says
what ventriloquist want him to say...

Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished...

You are incurable
Because you are your own disease...

This scrap of dirt,
this portion of earth...

Not finding it anywhere
but in yourselves...

Every time we embrace
we inbreathe each other...

She shines and soaks in every star
in the blooming night...