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

Flashing lights into brown eyes
Bushes quivering to barks...

Like leaves in oaks, I'll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall...

Have skies been pouring cold upon my soul?
They rain and rain, with winds not weak nor strong...

Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day...

I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow...

A constant poetical struggle
is to stroll through barren, forsaken stations...

Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...

At noon a mouse beneath the seesaw saw
An elephant with nuts across the yard...

I am tired
Just tired...

We don’t want a war right now
We don’t want a war ever...

To fall asleep in the bed of your arms,
with your chest pillowing my dreams...