It seems the oceans where I swim
have opened up to me...

The only thing I know is that
we, all, are broken...

Today, I'll write just to write like I often do
with my eyes close and my fingers on the keyboard...

I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...

No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...

Every night,
I swam in waves of dreams...

Oh flower in us your scent, sweet love.
Let our roots enroot, deep into your soul...

When you are not near,
I miss you as much as I miss the clouds on a...

Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch...

There's a thought in me
that is like a bird...

Everyday before dusk turns to dawn,
I read a couple of poems in my bed time...

So far the waters of my life became somewhat...
But lately, they sway from side to side...