The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...

It isn’t the same, the
house of today, but I still...

Look how those branches
of trees are nestling within...

Tell me how have these
lilies learned geometry...

No one could hear us.
We are so quiet yet our...

This moment is all
there is and ever will be...

The space is as the result of
our disunion...

Everything is hollow without you
being with me...

This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...

I am
a pendulum...

Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...

Your purity is my temple—
a spring, a crystal pool...