The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

In the middle of the night, I screamed her name.
In the middle of the nightmare...

I learned your name from the crystalline ghosts
when moon was germinating your reflection on the...

Maybe only music could slow this heart rate.
Maybe for me is already too late...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

~~Last year~edited~ for Robbin ~~
No more alone, no more me...

I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...

How easy is to
conceal our shames behind...

Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...

Soon your beauty is going to be over:
your prime...

You turned my wild wings to a homing pigeon
I was baptized in your nectar...

I cannot live without you
without you by my side, in my heart...