In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...

There isn’t any time,
there is only the zero of “now...

All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...

They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...

hear the duet of
your question and the silence...

O look we are kissing butterflies!
O look our kisses are, a butterfly...

The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...

<<One should know of the illustrated book: "The...
They sounded so ostentatiously strong...

The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said...

Don John: " Only poets beside warriors get the...

I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...

I dream of you
in jazz...