O honesty
the all mighty God...

When you stroke the harps of these feelings
you do not know your fingers...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

I sell my heart to you
I know that...

We live together though
we die separately...

Truth is my home
Truth is flowers...

Dewdrops
falling...

My take on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's master...
I was from the nature of light and transparency...

In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...

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

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Do you remember that you were braiding my hair
and I was breathing...