Love is like a deer,
which leaps on mountains...
Throughout the vast sky,
Above the clouds...
Sonnet 33
I long for a breeze which is somehow cool...
Happy families are something that
only happen in dreams or movies...
The human race is fragile...
The tree has no blossoms nor fruits,
But the red bird likes to live there in that tree...
The unsuspecting mystics rose
at four in the morning...
Smile
Smile as much as you can...
Sonnet 32
In a desert of distraction and joy...
A walk,
Through lonely lanes in quiet solitude...
Caught within these painted walls, unable to get...
On endless loops the days pass by...
We are so tiny under the vast sky,
our mankind home...