The two faces
Moderation is...
Martyrs
The breaths of killed trees...
Chained
While I was having a walk...
True Love
If I lit in my place of some wood a fire...
Sonnet 09
In Autumn, you felt the glooming falling days...
Wise years
(Written in Terza Rima...
Sonnet 08
Backwards, at the cradle a look I cast...
Human school
Eagles teach their youngs...
A longing
With a big basket, I got out one day...
Little things do mean a lot...
Unaware
I paid a fortune just to know...
Tracing Back
The miser dwelling we had was not a house...