Life is in tears when you lose a friend,
like an empty path along the pine trees...

Dark hair
white teeth...

Just butterflies
could hover over flowers...

Everything ends
everything...

He noticed
nobody listens...

I feel like fatigue and somnolence are drifting me...
but I know I shall not succumb to this lethargy...

People only see the act
they do not see the puppeteers...

Poetry is the might
to individuate the most latent blooms...

Would you love me forever my French beauty?
Would you whisper the zephyrs of your breath in my...

When we are unequal we lose one another,
we lose our butterfly...

Nothing makes me happier than when I see
good in people eyes...

O my beautiful butterfly
you are not so beautiful after all...