Credenda
I knew many a catholic...

I wish doctor Ruth
I had a crystal ball...

(English version)
Burning hoofs...

When the child was born
the good mother was very happy...

The lake of your smile
reflects slices of white peaks...

To my tender Down’s Syndrome daughter
I am the infinite space...

Safety on the brain
and not on weapons relies...

Eclipse
For now...

Oneiric parks dreamed in the dark
have the fragrance of a remote bark...

Enlightened by a precipitation of stars
we ought to demand...

As a universal truth
And as per the US constitution all Men...

In a small corner of immensity
I'm taken by the perfume of ancient places...