There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...

At the Shore . . .
There was a wave, a tiny wave...

My sadness is just like water
it evaporates but then it condensates...

How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down...

Hey friend, don't let this love of yours
be some kind of rope...

This sadness is the kind of sadness
found at the streets in my dreams - the type...

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

At the bottom
of the button of a rose...

To feel is to sleep in streets
with newspapers up to necks...

I'll write about the color white
just take a look and see the sky...

In summer memories,
You are like dripping honey...

Oh fluffy, whitey pillow!
when night do comes...