In April, larks lurk
under the murk of my bed...
Even if for once, I will allow
time to...
He is a dampened dale
waiting for the sun to shine upon him; lurking...
Imagine a horse, perishing
at the seaside; I...
I will lay you;
a wounded gazelle...
How trite it would taste
if I begin to paint you in blue and white...
You are a flower
growing in me...
It's bedtime, there, in Rome
you must have overslept...
You're such a
pampered star...
I deplore you, my homeland.
Under your oppressed sky that...
Sometimes, I like you
with hazelnuts...
Please don't let me
down, time...