Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...

We
always forget what we...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...

I am a vivacious woman,
side by side of being a...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...

And this is me:
the Prometheus of poetry...

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

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

I am happening
as I look at my watch...