If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...

If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today...

I love you, still: like waters streaming tranquil
along a shore or a canal, just like that - still...

I,
would love to smell...

Write me in color blue
as if you were drawing to me an ocean of words...

I've always wonder - it has always been
a part of me, wondering that is. About...

I saw the crescent moon
like an orphan child in winter...

Shall I compare you to a rose?
You were by far more beautiful...

Like birds that soar in search for food
I'll spread my wings in search for blood...

my baby
splashes smiles...

A lamp on a room,
with a switch, turns the lights on...

To be just me, that's all I yearn to be.
But who is this me, whom I want to be...