Poor little insect
finding his way back home in the maze of...

Sometimes I can hear
tempests' wails unfold in words...

When I saw you for the first time.
I knew then...

Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

When would this vagabondage end?
Where, my friend...

So, then, does a dummy always says
what ventriloquist want him to say...

Carousels
in the carnival of your eyes...

What if enemy
is in you telling you who...

The waltz of beauty
and the recognition of...

When God whispers your body
to my seizing hands...

The river crosses
prairies like a butterfly...

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