Your love to me had always
been a splinter of...

If only you were
a melody...

Nothing.
His plucked nails will still hurt...

You are
beautiful, like a flower...

From lung to mouth
to the air. I try to write your...

The night is swarthy and I've been thinking
about you lately, wondering if you're eating well...

When I talk with my father
about guys and their sweet...

Women like you
are lonely...

The sky is clear, and on the sidewalk,
old men are playing backgammon...

We all thought
this homeland had died...

It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...

Sometimes, I like you
with hazelnuts...