Freedom is like writing sonnets
without having restrains...

In a place redder
than this, miles radiating...

And a man once said to a woman:
make me your love...

Guys!!! Have I ever told you?
I probably haven't, but I love you...

roses, roses I would like
to place some on the table...

My poems
like the moon...

like birds fluttering their wings
against strong winds...

Having faith does not mean to not question or to...
Having faith is questioning and doubting but still...

It was in there, within a ripple,
while I was walking at the shore of my life...

Sometimes on my way to work, while at the stops,
I curl my hair with my fingertips as if I'm...

Is it feeling that you love me
Or knowing with certainty that you love me...

Every day,
I slept when his light went away...