To mind comes
Abandoned thoughts...

Sometimes love,
I feel your shouts like hammers knocking down...

Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits...

I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...

Sometimes,
I feel like an old soul trying to find rest...

If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...

Every morning,
run...

Words, they are just letters,
and letters are just points...

God, Please, in this journey of life
luminate our minds so we may see what's ahead of...

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

It's just a tear in my eyes,
That breaks my heart, and makes me sad...

May thunders and lightings fall upon my bones,
I want to become dust...