To explore the possibilities of words
is not the poet’s due...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...

Looking into the paradox of distance and...
choosing between the destination...

I was looking for heroes,
being ignored of the fact...

The shrine of loneliness
the involuntary prison of choice...

The timbre of a crying dog burning in the...
unpleasant like unknown...

I am not of here,
I am from a place...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

He:
_we give them freedom...

And the clock is ticking,
and the time is leaking...

These rivers of cries are endless
because oceans are connected...

His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...