Shatter me into pieces,
Like confetti thrown in parties...

She said,
Darling, I'm not fields of grass...

I was a white-yellowish left shoe,
with black and thin laces tied-up...

It's not the way one writes or the way one feels.
It's the way a writer takes the reader into a...

All these years, I hid between hays
like a needle awaiting to be found...

You are a rose that flourishes with love
Thus with this love, I plant you in my heart...

Anchor me to you like in a boat going fishing
Let me drown in jealousy within the profundities...

I know knowing about the unknown
is something that I will know someday...

You never wrote a sonnet on that thread
nor have you posted one in your account...

In the garden there's a snake in a compartment,
a compartment that is darker than a cavern...

a melón, sweet
delicious as it is...

stress me, stress me, stress me
stress why I should be stressed...