I have come to watch dust settle for mad
water swallowed by air...

She might be old
with a sagging skin...

I have much to write about,
if only you could help...

The shadow erases the tracks of its body
But the body can't erase the tracks of its shadow...

She is cute,
she is funny...

A woman of beautiful mind is always surrounded by...
respect follows her wherever she goes...

You are pulchritudinous.
And sometimes I wonder whether...

The emptiness that resided in my heart,
which held a big sign displaying...

Use your own hand for a pillow.
The sky uses clouds...

Each morning we meet,
you always ask how am doing...

For long my people have waited,
time has passed, now screen trespass...

Food for the soul
they call music...