I search for the sunrise in these waves of life;
in these still waters...

When I met you
It was like tasting lemon for the first time...

Hellon, so it was you
You who invented this form...

Though in my computer, I type a story,
while I hear the clicking on my keyboard...

In Winter - you were my Temple, an altar
that diffused incense to benches overcrowded with...

You are like the light that passes through my eyes
You are like the lenses that corrects my vision...

Creativity
Please don’t mind me...

In the backyard,
I searched for you in the stars...

Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies...

Please, turn the candles on and pray.
Today at recess, I was mad...

So I want to rhyme, is that a crime?
I can assure you is not a waste of time...

Under your bed, hides a memory...
a distant thought covered in dust...