She couldn't see
but there was a copula verb between them...

Ora le le o!
When she looks in her golden mirror...

I have a secret to tell:
I am glued to this world...

I appreciate a round of musical chairs,
sitting unembarrassedly on the edge...

He gently disintegrated
listening to a tango...

It was sitting inside me,
calling me to go far beyond the garden...

Let me sleep
as the night bleeds stars...

She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here...

I am not a noble woman, I am a mongrel
and I sleep with pack of barking dogs...

A heart touched my heart
with some smooth red wine words...

If I were a dewdrop running aimlessly on your lame...
as the kids play with iridescent bubbles...

The poet is against himself,
in constant struggle for air...