I knew it
that mirror I found...

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

Me wonders how the years
have been flying with no wings...

One long night...
and these books...

It's been a while since I wrote like I usually do
without paying attention to meter or rhymes...

What to do? What to do?
with these dates in my head...

In my cellphone, I write this poem.
I write. I form. I create this poem...

I added
a bit of bitsy liquid sugar...

He said:
have some ice cream...

Why should I write a sonnet just for you?
When Hockey players will be on TV...

I can't let my thoughts wander,
my mind is a temple in ruins...

Dear
if you want fame...