You know that little thing
in that little thing...

To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...

If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

Jesus Christ,
You are like the sun rising amongst the mountains...

Dear,
you are like old gunpowder...

Listen brother,
no matter what, I am a lit candle...

Sometime you’ll realize
you are like a rock in a mouthful of beans...

And it's true, all this time,
I've been like a lagoon...

Do come and watch the sun with me
It won’t take long...

Scattered around a field of daisies
a little bird, without a fear...

When stars begin to shine so bright
Just dream my child...

Because we fell in love like two whites doves
Just falling slowly and deeply in love...