Anything ephemeral
in its burn...
To the love of "Orson Welles"
Let me die for what is right...
The moon,
I...
Not the evidence,
but the avoidance of...
You would never be lost
if you find...
In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...
Leave the wastes where they belong:
in the stores...
We’ve been devoured
therefor we are devouring machines...
My flesh, blood and bones
belong only to myself...
She won't fly away
butterfly of evenness...
Two white doves are making love
like for ever...
There are some days in my life
where I question every single thing he does...