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...

O blooms
my eyes could hardly hold on to you now...

"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...

"The second E"
I swim in all the oceans...

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