It is not about the lines
it is about the capacity of silence...
Believe -
Rise up to your...
Ahead of due time
hope ever to catch up to...
Strings played in distress
Catalyze the resonance...
The dawns of towns are
empowered by the shadows...
I did not know that with colours you could sketch...
This pen and this ink
are like footprints...
When you wind me round and round,
you always sing along...
Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...
O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...
Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...
To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...