We always forget what
we are...
The objective of a heart is
to defeat time...
It is not Christmas eve no more
I wish it was Christmas always...
We were talking but there
was absolute silence...
One thousand and one open doors,
Fifteen pages of a single verse...
I am only your opposite
not your enemy...
Don’t be smitten by your religion more than God,
your party more than liberty...
You visit me
in dreams...
Two hands are knitting time
perpetually...
These forlorn daffodils
talk about the whiteness of your bones...
what can I ask for, so the Night
would come to an absolute stop...
Imagination
Makes...