This abolition of facts
gradually grows on me...
This is a wonder whirling in my skull
like an echo, a susurration, I can hear and...
Have I mentioned lately how I hate being reminded...
Is it so wrong to wish for someone to decide for...
Where's the sun?
I thought you promised...
I really wish you were here.
I wish we could sit by the...
Living is not to learn
but it is to return...
Music is when sun and earth make love,
the waltz...
In age my pains
have increased...
The room was crowded.
Everyone asked about it...
I hide my depression on days like this,
because it hurts to know a portion of...
I apologise to the God of poetry
that I wasn’t writhing for the right reasons all...
I think therefore you are!
You are, therefore I am...