Ready to pounce on
a scarecrow...

It was the presence.
Somewhere magnolias...

A poem, like death-was
unpredictable. You wait for it...

With tall questions I am
alone, waiting for the...

Sexism was chasing a
gibbous moon whole night...

When hunger becomes
a little god. You start waiting...

How much honest you were
while climbing the stairs...

Let me write a signature
theme, without cubic...

The heritage
went for a sale. A tree...

Between life and death
a photo finish race...

A name without
a face. I am an ancestor...

The falcom rises again.
With pointed wings...