You see stars in eyes,
dark brown, elapsing into...

Sweet heart,
Every moment goes uncounted...

I dreamt of nights with black
stars gazing in my eyes...

She received a flower in an envelope
as a bouquet of letters with no sender...

It's true so many flowers bloom with water,
but you do not - you bloom with love, my love...

If our world was to collapse in a clash
would you then hold my hand close to your heart...

Lids hug each other;
this type of love makes one dream...

To live is to breathe
as to breathe is to inhale then to exhale...

I watched as the rain fell drop over drop
on the asphalt of a dusky street...

A lemon split in half, adorns a cup
while aunt Maria pours the tea to mom...

When I'm alone I think of you, my love.
You are my memory, my credit card...

The town I grew up
had an oasis of hypocrites...